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It just happens...not my story...LOL A few years ago I dated a girl named Mary. Mary was a dancer by day and bartender by night, and for whatever reason she took a shine to me, the rootless academic. She was extroverted in every way I was introverted, and had such a natural social presence that I always greatly admired. It wasn't hard to see why she got along so easily with so many people: she was intelligent but unpretentious, always smiling, and down for anything. She had olive skin and blue eyes, a lean dancer's frame with breasts that got in her way when she tried to pull off some of her more intricate moves. She was, for lack of a better term, a hippie. As a hippie she lived with other hippies: her and a couple shared a small wooden house on the outskirts of the only cool part of town. The couple - Trevor and Rhiannon - were about the same age as me, and had been together for years. Rhainnon painted and Trevor played music, supplementing his income with some construction work. Trevor would often lecture about what he thought about the world, or spirituality, or whatever, and Rhiannon would sit in silence, patiently listening. She wore her hair in a self-cut bob, was thin, with pale skin and sharp features. She was always kind, and always very quiet. After Mary and I had been dating for about six months, Trevor left to "go find himself." Rhiannon, sad at first, blossomed into a fully realized human being, as if the one thing that had holding her back was finally gone. She was suddenly outgoing, laughing and smiling with Mary and I. We all became a lot closer. Being much closer friends, Rhiannon no longer felt inhibited in her own home. As the weather got warmer, this resulted in her wearing less and less. It was not uncommon to find her in the living room, wearing only her underwear in the sweltering heat, her breasts hidden behind a book. Mary never cared. In fact she liked it, especially how seeing Rhiannon lounging around the house mostly naked turned me on. Many afternoons Mary and I would have sex with Rhiannon just on the other side of the door. We would often fantasize about inviting her in, but Mary always chickened out at the last minute. One day Mary and I had retreated to her bedroom after I had seen Rhiannon cooking in just a thin sundress, the light shining through the fabric and outlining the curves of her back and legs. We quickly undressed, and Mary mounted me. She had just slid my erection fully inside of her when there was a knock at the bedroom door. "Yes?" Mary responded, trying to keep her composure. "Oh, sorry, are you busy?" Rhiannon said from the other side of the door. Mary affirmed that she was, in fact, busy. "Oh, okay." A second or two passed. "Are you fucking?" Mary laughed. "Actually, yes." "Oh, okay." Rhiannon responded. Another couple of seconds passed. "Can I come in?" Mary looked at me with wide eyes, a mix of excitement and fear, and started to shake slightly. I gave her a "why not?" shrug of my shoulders, and Mary said okay. The door creaked open slightly and Rhiannon slid into the room, pushing her back against the wall. Mary had already started riding me, now in an exaggerated rocking motion, driving her pussy along the full length of my shaft. Mary always fucked vigorously and quickly: after only a few thrusts she would start rubbing her clit, hard, cumming as often four or five times before I joined her. Rhiannon had been watching intently as Mary came for the first time. She had until that point simply been leaning against the wall, like a spectator at a concert, but now she slowly peeled one strap of her dress off of her left shoulder, and then her right. She pulled it down over her thin hips and stepped out of it on the floor. Both Mary and I were watching her now: she barely had a freckle on her porcelain skin, and not a hair on her body below her head. She leaned back against the wall and pushed her pelvis forward, spreading her legs slightly. She stick two fingers in her mouth, and then quickly moved them to her mound, where she started tracing lazy circles around her clit. Mary had decided to match her speed, watching Rhiannon's fingers intently as she rubbed herself to match. Mary came a second time as Rhiannon sped up; the sound of her wet lips against her fingers was clearly audible. I thrust harder into Mary as I watched the moisture of Rhiannon's pussy drip down her thigh. Mary cried out as I fucked her harder still, a response that sent Rhiannon over the edge. She barely made a sound as her body tensed and convulsed, her thigh pushing hard against her hand as she came. I came hard in Mary, who came in response to the feeling of my cum fill her completely. After she had recovered Rhiannon picked up her dress, gave Mary and I coy smile, and left the room. Mary and I discussed what had happened, fearing that it would make our friendship with Rhiannon awkward from that point out. Fortunately, it only brought all of us closer together...(You might want to read Part II first if you haven't already for some<b> background </font></b>information. Or, you know, just read this one, it's up to you.) After Mary, Rhiannon and I had our initial encounter we had an unspoken understanding that Rhiannon could come and go into our bedroom as she pleased. She liked to watch while Mary and I fucked, and for a while this became our routine. While Rhiannon’s role started out as passive observer, it soon changed. I woke up in the late morning after Mary had gotten up early for work, and went to take a shower. After a few minutes Rhiannon knocked at the door, asking if she could come in and brush her teeth. We had become comfortable being naked around one another, and since there was an opaque shower curtain between us I didn’t see why we couldn’t share a bathroom. I heard the sounds of her brushing her teeth and turning off the water, but I didn’t hear the door close behind her. Instead, I saw her pull aside the shower curtain, and climb in. I expressed something between a greeting and a gasp. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, already grabbing her shampoo and starting to lather her hair, “but I figure we could save a bit of water this way.” I told her that I didn’t mind, and made some awkward quip about the benefits of environmentalism. We took turns sharing the water, as I tried not to stare at the soap glimmering off her breasts, or the way the bubbles from her hair cascaded down the small of her back. There was no way to hide my erection, which Rhiannon had clearly noticed. As I washed my face Rhiannon put her hands around my waste, her right hand sliding down towards my cock, which she then started to stroke slowly. I could feel her breasts pressed against my back as she pulled herself in closer, stroking a little faster now, pulling a little harder. She said nothing as she guided me around, got on her knees and took my cock in her mouth. The feeling of her lips circling my erection sent shivers through my body. She would look up at me, pleased, whenever a flick of her tongue would cause me to moan or flinch, or when she would try to take as much of me in her mouth as possible. I wasn’t sure if I should cum or not, as Mary and I had never explicitly discussed whether I was allowed to fool around with Rhiannon without her permission. It did seem, however, that it was the next natural progression in the relationship between the three of us. So when Rhiannon said she wanted me to cum I happily obliged. She swallowed my load in its entirety, remaining on her knees to lap up every remaining drop. She quickly got up, rinsed herself off and said she had to hurry to get ready for work. I finished my shower and went to work myself, wondering what Mary would think about what had happened when she got home. Later that evening when I told her what had happened Mary seemed excited more than anything else. She had wanted to incorporate Rhiannon more into our sex lives, and this seemed like a good first step. More than anything Mary had always been curious about the possibility of being with another woman, but had never gone beyond sloppy kissing while intoxicated. There seemed no better choice to experiment with than Rhiannon. After Rhiannon had gotten back from work we asked if she was interested in joining us in the bedroom. She came along, and events unfolded as they typically did, with her taking a passive, voyeuristic role while Mary and I warmed each other up. Mary and I had removed all of our clothes, while Rhiannon leaned against the wall in a white tank top and blue panties. With one hand she traced one of her nipples through her shirt, while the other started on the outside of her underwear but quickly moved under the her waistband. At the point where Mary and I would usually start to fuck, Mary instead climbed off the bed and moved towards Rhiannon. With slow but deliberate movements she pulled Rhiannon’s tank top over her head. Rhiannon did not object, watching as Mary then pulled her panties down to her feet. Mary took Rhiannon by the hand and led her to the bed, telling her to lie down. She tried to speak as authoritatively as possible, even though she was trembling, shaking further still as she pulled Rhiannon’s legs apart, and slowly moved in towards her. Rhiannon offered no resistance, arching her pelvis in anticipation as Mary gently ran her tongue up the inside of Rhiannon’s thigh, even gentler still once she reached her labia. She seemed to be savoring the taste of Rhiannon’s wetness as she gently spread her lips apart. I happily occupied the role of the observer this time, stroking my cock as Rhiannon pulled Mary by her hair forcefully towards her mound. As she continued to explore, Mary arched her ass higher into the air, spreading her knees wide apart. She was dripping now, and I could tell she wanted me to enter her. I repositioned myself behind her and slowly slid my cock fully into Mary’s welcoming pussy, gently at first so that she could get used to the rhythm of my thrusts while continuing to pleasure Rhiannon. Mary would clench hard around my cock when Rhiannon would react to her tongue, which made me feel as though I could experience Rhiannon’s pleasure with Mary acting as a conduit. In response I would thrust harder into Mary, who would then suck more vigorously on Rhiannon’s clit. This back-and-forth intensified like a feedback loop, until Mary came, her moans muffled by Rhiannon’s mound. Rhiannon came quickly afterwards, her back arching and legs shaking, her juices now dripping down Mary’s chin. I had expected to finish inside of Mary, but she asked if I would instead cum in Rhiannon’s mouth. She had wanted to witness what she had missed in the shower that morning, she said. Rhiannon agreed, and I placed my cock in front of her face, her eyes closed and her mouth open. I shot a stream of cum into her mouth, the second load that she had taken from me that day. Rhiannon once again sucked on my cock to take in the remainder, relishing every last drop. Mary and I would experiment a lot in the following months with Rhiannon. As it turned out, she was full of surprises. Mac |
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