Three’s Company Too

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 an excerpt from the (6,000 word) article:

“It is him, Julie. I told you!” Leane exclaimed just loudly enough for CT to catch it.

“Shhh. Oh my God, Leane. So embarrassing.”

“Why should you be embarrassed that he’s CT?” Leane snorted. He looked up at us and smiled, giving us a little half wave of acknowledgement. “He probably loves meeting fans.”

“Just be quiet, Leane. Not at a doctor’s office, I’m sure.” Then to CT, “Sorry, not trying to intrude.”

“Oh, no intrusion.” He seemed pleased to be recognized, even scooched closer to them on his padded bench. “You’re fans then?”

“Not me,” Leane blurted out. “She is. Probably seen all your movies.” This last she said in a sing song teasing way and I tried to blush.

“Well, that’s flattering,” he said politely. “Glad you liked my performances.”

“She doesn’t like them, she loves them.” She slid her arm around my shoulders and hugged me to her. “Don’t you sweetie?”

“Stop it, Leane.” I laughed good-naturedly and played at shrugging off my feigned embarrassment. “She’s right, I am a huge fan of your work.”

“Yeah,” she cut in, “your work,” and waggled her eyebrows at him, giggling.

“Thanks. What’s been your favorite role so far?”

“I really like your new tv show.”

“Great!” He seemed almost shocked to hear it.

“But my favorite is probably Travis from Lightning Strikes. Such a deep film and the characters were amazingly real. You were wonderful.”

“That’s one of my favorites too,” he replied, voice tinged with genuine pride.

“Didn’t hurt that you were naked for the middle third of the movie,” Leane dropped, running a fingertip slowly up my arm and smiling as CT noticed and licked his lips.

“Made for a cold shoot,” he said, making light of her comment but still riding high off of my praise.

“Don’t downplay it. I thought you and Kelly Crane achieved a lot in those scenes. A lot of actors would have seen them as erotic throwaways but you both took the story’s themes and elevated them using just your bodies. Incredible really.” The more I fan gushed at him the more open his body language became so I didn’t bother to hide my true love and admiration for his chosen form of professional artistic expression, I just let it roll out over him in a rush. I picked out two smaller, but juicy roles and told him how masterful he’d been in those, all the while being lightly petted by my scorching hot, young and nubile girlfriend. During this his ass inched him completely down the bench to end directly across from us and it seemed like the next stop on its tour of the waiting room was our laps.

“Well, always nice to meet a fan. Can I sign something for you? Take a picture?”

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly make you do that.” I waved off the star service, but Leane got a scrap of paper and a pen out of her bag. Instead of handing it to him she started scribbling on it.

“It’s no trouble, really.” He seemed to truly desire this common fan interaction, but I knew that a pic would be the kiss of death to all our plans so I kept waving it off.

At this point, a medical assistant wearing hello kitty scrubs called mine and Leane’s fake names to usher us into our appointment, early after all.

“See, no time for selfies.” I stood and held out my hand to shake. “It was lovely meeting you.”

He and Leanne both stood then. CT taking my hand but then leaning in for a half hug and to air kiss near my cheek. As a result of our close proximity the back of his hand pressed up against my left breast and I felt my nipples tighten into diamond hard nubs at the slight stimulus. Hoping he’d felt my sexual response to his nearness, I glanced into his eyes as we parted before diverting my gaze shyly to the floor and walking briskly away. Following our protocol, Leane avoided close physical contact with CT but smiled broadly at him and gave him her note. It was meant to seem like a spontaneous offer, a spur of the moment invitation, but in reality we’d agreed on the wording days before.

My girl loves your fine ass, LOVES  YOU!
and I have heard her describe how she
wants to suck you off. I’d love to
watch you FUCK her ♥ Do you want
to watch us together?
Meet us at the _______ Hotel bar.
We’re going back there after this for  lunch then a nap ♥

This approach was, of course, very tricky.

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A note to the reader: All names have been changed and/or abbreviated to prevent years of lengthy and embarrassing litigation. All persons mentioned herein are fictional or caricatures, and any resemblance to an actual person is purely coincidental.

Three’s Company Too

 

Planning ahead can mean twice the fun.

Coming in second this week, registering only just behind the widespread clamor for my own personal scarlet letter tattooed on my wicked forehead, were complaints that my last article may have destroyed some of womankind’s hard-fought progress at the gym. That describing my attempt at a health club hook-up might incite more males of the species to bother women who are minding their own beeswax and just trying to get their work out on. If this turns out to be the case for any of you, my loyal, licentious, TFP reading lovelies, I humbly apologize and can ask only your forgiveness for my own naivete. The idea that anything I say here could cause a man to change his behavior simply never occurred to me. In case it might help, let me state clearly: for any readers operating under the false assumption that a woman exercising near you naturally wants the dick from you, they do not. Do not offer people at the gym the use of your genitals or their accompanying fireworks. This type of lecherous behavior is offensive to EVERYONE. In fact, I’m issuing an official moratorium on all offers of sexual congress within the walls of any workout facility. If you must, ask the individual for their number and then sext them later like a normal person. “That’s not fair!” you all scream at the heavens. “You did it Temptress!” I’m a trained professional, you horny little jerks, and an infamous nymphomaniac if you agree with the DSM; not exactly a healthy living life model. Don’t feel so dejected, my filthy, forthright, friends. Leave your aggressive flirting for bars, coffee shops, and best of all, doctors’ offices where it belongs. Which leads me naturally to the tale of my latest famous pick up, curious readers. A visit to an herbalist with a dear friend of mine yielded more than a new outlook on medicinal plants, though they did suggest some intriguing items to treat my terrible case of SCH (stone cold heart). I met the one and only CT.

So I’m sure you’re all still howling over my last foray out, my unmitigated failure with one RG, the most faithful man in Hollywood. After such harsh treatment, I was feeling down, unwanted and hopeless and no amount of personal affirmation or alcohol helped. Knowing of my distress, a fantastic new work friend came up with just the thing to bust me out of the dumps: a threeway plot to snag an actor I’ve wanted since first hearing of his grainy VHS sex tape as a precocious teenager. When that trashy bit of video surfaced he almost lost his career but managed to get a wife and sober in one fell swoop, earning himself instant respectability and marketability. The sudden, cloyingly sweet, matrimonious union dashed my young fangirl’s hopes of ever meeting CT’s johnson and I despaired not getting a chance at it, I mean him. Flash forward many years and the man looks better than ever. Gorgeous and still in surfing shape, his chiseled, high cheekboned face perfectly setting off his dreamy eyes and devilish smile. I couldn’t wait to meet him.

My work friend sought out (and bribed) an employee at CT’s herbal professional’s office. This person spilled their guts and we learned that the man used a few natural remedies for his social anxiety disorder. Otherwise, he was clean and had an odd penchant for threeways. When presented with this intel I phoned another friend of mine, she’s asked to be called ‘Leane’, and made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. Our plan involved us playing a committed lesbian couple with an eye out for the odd dick now and again. Not both true bisexuals, just gal pals who appreciate the infrequent hot beef injection and former teen heartthrobs turned serious actors. We planned to ambush him in the herbalist’s office and pretend to be new customers from out of town. Leane, much younger and hotter than I, would seem more into picking him up but we were both going to flirt our asses off then discretely invite him back to our close by hotel room for an extremely brief, no strings relationship. We lived together for the days leading up to the hit to cement our chemistry and body language, both of us beyond excited to execute our operation. (Yes, busybodies, it was fun having a pretend girlfriend.)

Finally it was time for Leane and me to suit up for our hit. My salon had dyed my hair chestnut and blown it out long and straight, hanging loose far down my back. I’d gone with as waterproof as possible, full face make-up (gotta keep things extra pretty for the younger woman) and a bright floral day dress with blue suede wedges. Leane was nearly bare faced in comparison, with just red lips and thick false eyelashes, her youthful glow shining out. Her hair was shaved back and sides, a thick, long wedge of golden blond glory spilling riotously out of the top. She calls it ‘advertising butch’ but I think it looks feminine and original. She wore a loose, black onesie, sleeveless with short lacy shorts. It was extremely obvious that she had on no bra, or panties. It was bizarre, sexy couture, wildly inappropriate for a medicinal consult, and perfect for the occasion. This was paired with kitten heeled silver sandals. Her body looked amazing and her long legs went on for days.

We sat closely in the cold, modern waiting room, extremely early for our joint consultation with the most sought after holistic herb doctor in SoCal, lying in wait for CT. The magazines were old and boring so we both had our phones out, scrolling through social media. CT arrived, ballcap brim pulled down low in an attempt to hide his beautiful face, and scribbled his name on the little clipboard up front before taking a seat across from us and a little closer to the front desk. I kept to my screen, as per the plan, but I could feel Leane’s open mouthed stare. He nodded at her politely and buried his face in his own device. She got up and flounced her fine ass past him to approach the front desk. The receptionist eyed her with amused distain when she asked if our appointment time might get moved up, and the tired sounding woman repeated that we had a long wait ahead of us. My gorgeous girlfriend sashayed her way back to me and I watched his eyes track her superior ass surreptitiously. Goal one: pique his interest, check.

I stared at him for a few minutes hoping he’d look up at me so I could begin a proper conversation. Nothing doing, so I cleared my throat. He looked at my face, then his eyes flicked to Leane’s hand resting on my thigh then back up.

“Sorry to bother you, do you know if there’s a drug store around here?”

“No, I don’t, sorry. I drive in for this appointment.

Don’t really know the area.” His eyes were back on Leane’s hand and she slid it further inside my leg, gripping me lightly and playing her fingers over the fabric of my skirt.

Leane continued to stroke my leg while telling him, “We’re from out of town and our hotel is so close by we didn’t bother to get a rental. Now we’re stuck without some essentials.”

“Can’t be too far from a Walgreens. Maybe check google maps.”

“Of course. Good idea.” I said, taking her hand in mine tightly, as if to stop her open display of foreplay.

He smiled warmly at us both and went back to scrolling through his phone.

“It is him, Julie. I told you!” Leane exclaimed just loudly enough for CT to catch it.

“Shhh. Oh my God, Leane. So embarrassing.”

“Why should you be embarrassed that he’s CT?” Leane snorted. He looked up at us and smiled, giving us a little half wave of acknowledgement. “He probably loves meeting fans.”

“Just be quiet, Leane. Not at a doctor’s office, I’m sure.” Then to CT, “Sorry, not trying to intrude.”

“Oh, no intrusion.” He seemed pleased to be recognized, even scooched closer to them on his padded bench. “You’re fans then?”

“Not me,” Leane blurted out. “She is. Probably seen all your movies.” This last she said in a sing song teasing way and I tried to blush.

“Well, that’s flattering,” he said politely. “Glad you liked my performances.”

“She doesn’t like them, she loves them.” She slid her arm around my shoulders and hugged me to her. “Don’t you sweetie?”

“Stop it, Leane.” I laughed good-naturedly and played at shrugging off my feigned embarrassment. “She’s right, I am a huge fan of your work.”

“Yeah,” she cut in, “your work,” and waggled her eyebrows at him, giggling.

“Thanks. What’s been your favorite role so far?”

“I really like your new tv show.”

“Great!” He seemed almost shocked to hear it.

“But my favorite is probably Travis from Lightning Strikes. Such a deep film and the characters were amazingly real. You were wonderful.”

“That’s one of my favorites too,” he replied, voice tinged with genuine pride.

“Didn’t hurt that you were naked for the middle third of the movie,” Leane dropped, running a fingertip slowly up my arm and smiling as CT noticed and licked his lips.

“Made for a cold shoot,” he said, making light of her comment but still riding high off of my praise.

“Don’t downplay it. I thought you and Kelly Crane achieved a lot in those scenes. A lot of actors would have seen them as erotic throwaways but you both took the story’s themes and elevated them using just your bodies. Incredible really.” The more I fan gushed at him the more open his body language became so I didn’t bother to hide my true love and admiration for his chosen form of professional artistic expression, I just let it roll out over him in a rush. I picked out two smaller, but juicy roles and told him how masterful he’d been in those, all the while being lightly petted by my scorching hot, young and nubile girlfriend. During this his ass inched him completely down the bench to end directly across from us and it seemed like the next stop on its tour of the waiting room was our laps.

“Well, always nice to meet a fan. Can I sign something for you? Take a picture?”

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly make you do that.” I waved off the star service, but Leane got a scrap of paper and a pen out of her bag. Instead of handing it to him she started scribbling on it.

“It’s no trouble, really.” He seemed to truly desire this common fan interaction, but I knew that a pic would be the kiss of death to all our plans so I kept waving it off.

At this point, a medical assistant wearing hello kitty scrubs called mine and Leane’s fake names to usher us into our appointment, early after all.

“See, no time for selfies.” I stood and held out my hand to shake. “It was lovely meeting you.”

He and Leanne both stood then. CT taking my hand but then leaning in for a half hug and to air kiss near my cheek. As a result of our close proximity the back of his hand pressed up against my left breast and I felt my nipples tighten into diamond hard nubs at the slight stimulus. Hoping he’d felt my sexual response to his nearness, I glanced into his eyes as we parted before diverting my gaze shyly to the floor and walking briskly away. Following our protocol, Leane avoided close physical contact with CT but smiled broadly at him and gave him her note. It was meant to seem like a spontaneous offer, a spur of the moment invitation, but in reality we’d agreed on the wording days before.

My girl loves your fine ass, LOVES  YOU!
and I have heard her describe how she
wants to suck you off. I’d love to
watch you FUCK her ♥ Do you want
to watch us together?
Meet us at the _______ Hotel bar.
We’re going back there after this for  lunch then a nap ♥

This approach was, of course, very tricky. By eliminating the pressure of him having to reject us to our faces, we had given him the upper hand and an easy out – just don’t show. But neither of us thought the more desperate route, waiting for him to get out of his appointment and propositioning him in the office, would pan out. Too public a place for this particular interaction with this previously fan burned, groupie shy guy. So we went with the soft sell, and hoped that we’d set the hook firmly enough.

An hour later we sat across from each other picking at our salads and sipping pale pink cosmopolitans in the nearly deserted hotel restaurant. It was between the lunch and dinner rush and the only other customers sat in the sunny section near the entrance. I’d asked the hostess to give us a booth in a darker corner, and we had that whole part of the place to ourselves. Leane finished her drink first and we were discussing the ramifications of her ordering another one (would CT still participate if he considered one of us too inebriated to consent?) when he strolled in and approached the hostess stand. The bored teenage girl must not have recognized him, because she led him back to us with the lax walk of the perpetually dissatisfied. I finished my cosmo quickly, forced a look of surprise on my face, and pushed both empty glasses to the back of the table, hoping for the sake of our score that he wasn’t the kind of person in recovery who hated even the reminder that alcohol exists as a beverage choice. He stood at the end of our booth smiling shyly at us, waiting for the hostess to creep away.

“Am I still welcome?” he asked us pointing at each of our sides, unsure of where to sit.

Leane slid out and clapped him on the back. “Of course, C! So glad you came.” I kept on my confused expression, as if I had no idea what she’d done. Leane slid in next to me, started moving her place setting and meal to our side of the table, and gestured at CT to sit down across from us.

“Leane, what’s going on?” I asked, eyes wide, smile real.

“Your friend thought I might care to join you ladies for lunch and a nap. Turns out I’m hungry and tired.” He buried his beautiful face in a menu and didn’t even glance up at our reactions.

“What do you think, Julie?” she turned to face me and asked, inches from my ear. “Can we bring him upstairs for a few hours?”

I sat there, stunned for a few beats, then found my line, “I think we could work something out.”

“Such a lawyer,” Leane snorted. “Okay, honey, we’ll set down some terms if it scratches your hide. So weird.”

The waitress stopped with a water pitcher and took CT’s order (‘is the vegetable medley your only vegan option?’ ‘fine but no onions’), snagging our empty drink glasses before heading on to her other tables.

CT spoke as soon as she was out of earshot. “Terms sound like a good idea to me. I appreciate clarity. What exactly are you two after today?”

I launched into protective mode, putting my girlfriend’s feelings first and setting him more at ease. “First off, you should know that we like Vs not full threeways. Leane is a lesbian, uninterested in your cock. She’s just doing this for me. I’m sort of bisexual.”

“‘Uninterested’ isn’t how I would put it, but she’s right, I don’t want to touch it, or fuck it. No offense.”

“None taken. Like I said, clarity. Boobs off limits too? They look spectacular.”

Leane nodded. “Looking only, please. Man hands on my boobies are not thrilling.”

“Then I will be happy to enjoy your body voyeuristically. If I happen to graze your skin or make you uncomfortable, please don’t hesitate to correct me.”

“Thanks C, glad you get it.” Leane smiled and I watched her crush begin, real hearteyes suddenly gazing his way.

“Anything I should know about your preferences, Julie?” He sipped his water calmly, then folded his hands on the table in front of him.

“My preferences… this is unreal. Uh, I like a sure hand and quite a bit of forcefulness from men. Nothing truly bdsm mind, just strong sexual confidence.”

He gave me his sharkiest grin. “That shouldn’t be too hard.”

It gave me goosebumps and I felt my panties dampen, my mind finally allowing my body to feel that this really might happen.

His meal arrived and we all ate, taking turns throwing out specific sexual things we liked, wanted, hated. It was one of the hottest conversations I have ever had the privilege to be a part of. CT’s fondest wishes could be dispatched easily enough. He claimed it was Leane’s offer of a beejer that had clinched it for him. Citing his wife’s hatred of the act (and implying she’d given him permission to seek them out elsewhere), he was most looking forward to feeling my sumptuous lips wrap around the head of his cock. He also wanted to take me from behind while I dove into Leane’s clam, tongue first. By the time we got on the elevator, we were all keyed up and primed for action.

Leane scanned us into our hotel suite, all smiles as she linked my other hand with CT’s, getting him to help her lead me into the room. I already felt like my body was aflame and we hadn’t even truly begun.

“Can I use your restroom?” CT asked, hanging his sports jacket on the back of a chair.

“Of course.” I gestured to a door in the opposite corner and he nodded gratefully.

Popping his head back out a few minutes later, he called to us, “Your shower looks amazing. I think it has more jets them my master.”

Leane responded, “Yeah, it’s great. Want to try it?”

“You girls want to get clean before we get dirty?”

Leane managed not to wince or roll her eyes at his turn of phrase. “Sure, thing.” She slid her arm around my waist to pull me toward the bathroom. “Let’s give him a girlie show. Het guys love that sort of lessie stuff, right?”

“Leane, you don’t have to do this.”

“Do us all a favor and don’t keep saying shit like that, Julie. I wouldn’t have asked him here if I didn’t want this.” She kissed me sweetly, wet and breathy, before stepping out of her little black shortset and starting up the shower. To CT she said, “Watch us for a little while.”

He leaned against the counter and started unbuttoning his shirt while turning some free form jazz on his phone’s impressive speaker. Leane stepped up behind me and unzipped my dress, sliding her hands under the fabric on my shoulders and helping it drop down away from my body to pool at my feet. She unhooked my bra and slid her hands under the cups to palm my nipples under the lace. Her perfect plum shaped breasts pressed against my back and she gave my neck a few open mouthed kisses. CT’s mouth dropped open and he started on his belt.

Leane finished undressing me, sliding my panties down my legs with her hands roaming all over my ass. I watched CT throughout and the eye fucking from his spot across the room was intense. She got in the large, glass-walled shower enclosure and I followed as soon as I got my hair secured up. Jets all along the tiled wall and two hanging down from the ceiling sprayed our bodies soaked in seconds but Leane found a water free corner of glass and maneuvered me into it, facing CT. She soaped up a powder blue poof and washed me slowly and thoroughly until CT couldn’t stand it anymore and climbed in with us.

I was between them, water blasting away at my tensed muscle, trying to appear sexy to CT and Leane while worrying unceasingly about my hair getting drenched. Watching me use the very same poof on my flawless, nubile girlfriend, CT also busied himself with a washcloth and water, wiping away the day’s sweat from his tanned and mostly hairless skin. The last bit of soapy suds washed down the drain and Leane turned me to face CT, pressing herself against my back.

He lifted his hand asking, “Can I touch you now?” his body only inches away.

“Please,” was all I got out before his hands found my body. One of them gripped my ass and pulled me to him, while the other cupped my breast and thumbed my nipple. His lips pressed into mine for our first kiss. It was careful and wet, full of sexual tension yet playful. The last of my worries concerning this encounter fled and I latched onto him, returning his kiss with fiery passion that he seemed to enjoy a great deal.

“I knew this was going to be hot. Fuck,” Leane said, hands still stroking my back, ass and legs.

When he broke away from our lip lock, I spun in his arms to face her. His hands came around me to fondle both my tits and his boner bumped and slid around against my ass cheeks and lower back. When Leane leaned in to kiss my upturned face, CT groaned behind us like all of this plus the visual was just too stimulating. I hunched down the slightest bit so she could join our groping hug, her breasts over mine, nipples poking and sliding all over my cleavage. My hands found her ass and I pulled her groin against mine. Intertwining our legs so we straddled the other’s thighs slightly, we ground our bodies together and licked each other’s tongues, turned just so for CT’s visual pleasure. More groaning came from behind me and his dick slid into the cleft of my ass. It felt thick and heavy. I wanted it inside of me.

I decided to take the initiative, hoping to avoid finishing while standing in the shower. “Time for this party to move to a bed. I’m ready to get railed.”

Leane disengaged from my desperate embrace and twisted off all the jets. We all patted dry with towels, smiling at each other languidly with the hooded eyes of full blown lust. My young sapphic lover tiptoed her gorgeous naked ass all the way over to the bed, CT and I following her in, muscles tensed and ready. She pulled off the blankets and piled them on a nearby couch then lay in the center of the huge king, head and shoulders raised up slightly on a few stacked pillows. I crawled over her legs, approaching from the foot of the bed on all fours.

“You comfortable, Leelee?” I asked, kissing the inside of one of her knees and pushing her legs further apart.

“Oh yeah, Jules.”

CT stood at the end of the bed, legs spread, arms relaxed at his sides. “Can I touch now too or should I just watch?”

“Watch us, touch me, slap on a rubber and fuck me. There’s some in the drawer,” I said pointing at the bedside table. Refocusing on the beautiful woman in front of me, I kissed her lips slowly with as much love and romance as I ever inject into these pre-fucking moments. Trailing my kisses lower, I reached her flat belly and had just begun stroking the insides of her thighs when CT’s hands found my ass again and squeezed. He gripped the skin and moved my cheeks around and around in jiggley circles, spreading my sex wide open for his view and then closed again in a quick, forceful rhythm.

“Oooh, CT I like that. Let’s scootch down a little, Leane. So he can stand behind me and get it.”

He pulled my ass within banging distance of his swinging, heavily erect cock, and I brought Leane down the bed with me. She in turn held onto her pillows with both hands and remained at her exact preferred level of elevation for cunnilingus.

Petting her flushed and half engorged pussy with one hand, I used the other to tease one of her nipples. The tip of CT’s cockhead nudged and pressed against my moist crack as he continued his fantastic ass massage. Needing to check Leane’s progress I slid my middle finger deep in and found her wet and open for business. I used my shoulders to press her thighs further apart and my hand to press apart her bare, slick, pink labia. Using the tiniest of licks I edged my mouth all over and around her clitoral hood before peeling it back and giving her nub a long, rough lick. She cried out wordlessly and CT took this as his cue to slam his dick full length into my cunt and start pounding away at me. This forceful fucking made me dive into her muff even more earnestly, sucking, licking and fingering ecstatically, savoring her essence like a woman starved for poon pie. Leane’s breath started to hitch in her throat and I knew she was close. I rose up and caught her eye. “You ready to come, Leelee?” I tried to say it sensually but there’s only so much a lady can do while being ramrod fucked furiously from behind.

“God, Jules, you are so fucking hot when you’re getting fucked.” She moaned and her eyes started to roll. I took that as a yes and sank right back downtown, flicking her clit with my tongue a few times before giving it a long wet swipe. Forming an open loop, or canoe with my tongue I sucked her clit into the opening and moved my head up and down to add friction to the suction. This, and my three fingers fully in her vag stroking her g spot, had the desired effect. She came screaming. “Jules! Oh God, Jules! Jules! Fuck! Jules! Oh fuck! Don’t stop, Jules! Oh God, God, God, God!” At this point she reverted to little moaning gasps with each spasm that clamped around my lucky fingers.

CT slowed his pace a little and pulled my body back tighter to his. I was still on all fours, knees spread even wider while he penetrated me achingly deep with slow thrusts. When most of Leane’s orgasm had finished up, I finally disengaged my hand from her welcoming warmth.

Sighing, she said, “That was amazing. Best orgasm of my life.”

“You—always—say—that,” I got out, still getting fucked.

She grabbed one of the pillows and shimmied her way down putting her torso between me and the mattress, my face rested against her boobs. She had placed the pillow over her legs and I could relax down onto it, her underneath me without any chance CT might come into contact with anything more than her shins and feet. This took some of the weight off my legs and the change in muscle pressure allowed CT to sink even deeper into my cooch.

He moaned, “Jules. Oh yeah. Fuck yeah.”

Leane brought her arms down and around my shoulders to give herself leverage to start humping me from underneath. Her pubic mound grinding up into the pillow pushed hard against my pudenda while CT fucked the life out of me finally proved my undoing. I came screaming and avoided naming names while doing so. It really had been a team effort anyway.

When my love muscles gave up gripping his schwanzstucker, CT stopped giving me the business, pulling out and lying down next to us on the bed. His pole was still angry and full, but he removed the condom and stroked it while smiling at Leane and I. We were both sweaty, sticky messes, but he seemed to enjoy the view well enough. Leane moved up on the bed a little and struck a pose. Languidly stroking her hand over her own flesh, teasing her nipple, smacking her own ass lightly. I took this as my cue to give him the oral he’d requested. I wiped his cock off with a warm wet washcloth from the bathroom first (that type of condom has a distinctly yucky aftertaste) and was surprised that his boner’s interest hadn’t flagged in the least. The thing stood up tall and proud, still just waiting for the deluxe treatment.

“Your dick is amazing. Quite the lasting power you have here.” I settled down over him, straddling his legs. My breasts pushed against his thighs and I ran my hands up and down the skin over his stomach, hips, and upper thighs a few times to recalibrate his sense of touch. Giving his member a few light, wet lipped kisses to begin, my hand soon found the base of his shaft and the rest of it disappeared into my voracious mouth.

His body lay there, writhing and twitching on the mattress, head turned to watch Leane molest herself, arms splayed out in both directions, while I polished his prick. Licking, sucking, mouthing and stroking him I tried to keep one consistent, slowly increasing tempo. One of his hands smoothed my hair back out of his view and then stayed, gripping my head as it bobbed up and down. I slid my other hand up to replace the hilt gripper, lowering that tired one down to cup and fondle his feverish ballsack.

“Oh yeah, Jules. That’s it. I’m gonna blow.” He thrust himself actively into my waiting mouth now. “Can I come on your tits?”

How so many guys have this same weird need to give pearl necklaces is beyond me, but I’m usually happy to oblige.

I eased back off him, saying “sure honey,” and raised myself up a little so he could aim at my fun bags. Closing my eyes (learned that lesson the hardest way), still stroking away with my base hand. I stuck out my tongue and let it lick over and under his head with each push through my hand.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he rattled out and came with a tight little squirt of cum getting one boob and a bigger ooze dribbling out his tip onto the other.

“God damn. That sounded like the best blow job in all of human history.” Leane seemed impressed and applauded wildly at our display.

“I aim to please,” I said, winking at her and rolling off him to lie between them on the bed. Leane had produced a towel for me and I cleaned his spooge off my chest. CT just lay there panting, eyes closed, face slack.

“I think you killed him,” Leane observed, raising up on her side and elbow to look down on us.

“Not dead.” CT still didn’t move, but found his voice. “You’ll have to give me a minute. That was literally the best head of my life.”

“Awww, no way” I demurred.

“I told you, you are a serious sexpot Jules.” Leane kissed my right boob, then leaned over me a little to tap CT’s shoulder. “Hey man, do you mind if I kiss you?”

I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard, but I didn’t want to say anything, spoil the weird closeness in any way.

CT opened his eyes and looked right into hers. “I’d love it if you kissed me, Leane.”

“Great.” She crawled over me sideways to reach his lips, her squishable, delicious, little boobs dangling in my face. She pressed against him pretty lightly and tentatively, and he must have sensed her unease because he returned only the slightest of lip pressure, sweet and completely submissive. Encouraged, or maybe just wrapped up in the post-coital glow, Leane warmed up and lunged further into him to play a little tonsil hockey. I contented myself with caressing her titties and watching. It was an incredibly hot kiss. Naturally, Leane didn’t want to advance things with him and he didn’t try to push or beg when she withdrew and cuddled up by my side, nuzzling my neck and running her hands over my belly.

“Thank you. Very nice kiss,” he said, sounding happier.

“Thank you for fucking my girl senseless and letting me watch.” She turned her face against my shoulder and blinked against my skin. “I only wished we had taped it.”

CT sat up, wide eyed. “Holy God. You didn’t tape this, right?”

“No, no.” I said at the same time as Leane said, “Of course not. I just said I wish we had taped it.”

“Sweet Jesus on the cross, you scared the shit out of me.” CT did indeed look wide awake now. He smiled and chuckled a little about it, slowing his breathing, hand pressed dramatically to his chest. “Looks like you lovelies are headed for a real nap. I should probably get out of here.” He got up, gloriously nude and began to gather up his discarded clothing.

“No, C, stay.” I crawled partially out from under a relaxed, cuddling, beauty of a woman and tried to sound fake sincere. “Curl up here with us. Catch some sleep yourself.”

“Yeah, C,” Leane murmured but didn’t make an effort to move or look at him, “take a nap with us.”

“Couldn’t possibly, though it is very tempting. It’s already so late. I have a few grown up responsibilities I have to attend to today.” He was into his pants and buttoning his shirt, rewrapping that hard won body back up in layers of respectability. He approached and leaned over us to smooch each of our shoulders. “Meeting the two of you and sharing this experience is literally the best spontaneous thing that has happened to me in a very long time. No pressure, and if this is all we ever have I am still supremely happy, but I wrote my private number on the pad. Toss it in the trash or call me if you ever want to do this again. I will come running.” He smiled widely at us, kissed my shoulder one more time and crossed to the door. Slipping on his sports coat, he gave us a little wave and left without another word.

Leane and I lay there awhile (she may have actually fallen asleep), to be sure he didn’t change his mind and come back for another round of threeway banging or just some innocent cuddling. We gave it ten minutes, then we stretched, hopped up and burned the room. The two of us packed up a three-days-lived-in hotel room, showered, dressed and primped in under forty minutes. Not long after, we pulled out of the hotel’s parking garage, each in our own cars after a teary farewell, and drove away from the scene of my crime.

A few of you meanies will write this tale of multiple lovers off as an exercise in male fantasy; a case of twice the titties, twice the temptation, but I prefer to look at this tale another way. True, my friend and I supplied CT with a nearly perfect male fantasy scenario. Two pretty, easy girls with their own available place to hook-up, no strings, he didn’t even have to experience anxiety over whether he’d be enough man to satisfy two of us, since we insisted on keeping it a V. But in actuality we allowed him to express his fondest wishes for our encounter AND have it our way by conducting that pre-fuckfest, in-depth conversation about what activities we would all enjoy. I can’t stress enough to you, my loyal, little TFP horndogs, how vital that little talk was! As the saying goes, ‘If you don’t plan for what you want how will you ever achieve it?’ And achieve it, we did. I can only hope that CT continues to feel similarly satisfied with the outcome of our time together, I mean, besides being featured in this article, of course. My lone regret is that now that I have his notch on my bedpost, I can no longer dream of one day screwing one of my favorite teen idols; the reality of his cock will be forever burned in my brain.

Speaking of burns, you haven’t been giving me much in the fiery hot tips department lately, my people, and the bosses are bitching. So send me your rumors and I’ll worry about what’s fact and fiction. Tell me where to find them, and I’ll screw your idol for you and tell you (and thousands of others) so much about it you’ll feel like you were there. Write me here at TheTinseltownTemptress@TFP.mag and I’ll do my best to turn your fantasy into my reality. Yes, guys, I am more than willing to trap you with some bisexual bait. Be afraid.


More articles and the rest of the story can be found in the upcoming erotic novel Screwing Around, available Nov 23rd, 2016.

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Alexis Wilder loves living near a lake with her patient husband, their mermaid children, and a deranged dog.

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