by Selena Kitt
Bonnie pulled out and pushed back in, and Michelle's slippery cunt squelched like a soaked sponge.
"Fuck yeah, bitch," Michelle groaned. "Again!"
Bonnie repeated the motion, heart pounding with the knowledge that she was pleasing this woman so well. A sense of power and control overtook her, and she thought that this is what a man must experience, positioned between a woman's legs and employing his masculinity in such a forceful and yet tender manner.
"Harder!" Michelle hissed.
Bonnie thrust with a grunt, and Michelle's pussy slopped around the massive, poling girth. Michelle hissed her pleasure, hips pumping. Bonnie increased the tempo, encouraged by Michelle's reactions, her stomach, hips, and backbone now singing painfully with the effort. Michelle cried out, fingers rubbing her clitty. Bonnie watched herself sawing the cock in and out as Michelle manipulated her swollen clit. Loud wet sucking sounds filled the room, combined with their steady gaspings of exertion and sexual ecstasy. Michelle cried out, legs flailing. Bonnie cried out, the sensations on her clitoris salaciously delightful as the dildo's base rubbed against it, driving bolts of pleasure into her stomach. Michelle felt her climax building, helpless to control it any longer. Bonnie sensed the younger woman's crisis and increased her thrusting, her big melons bouncing, her sloppy groin slapping moistly against Michelle's.
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Michelle wailed.
"Fuck you fuck you fuck you..." Bonnie grunted, inflamed by the nasty cries.
"Oh God! Oh Bonnieeeeee! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Bonnie was, too. Their twin explosions rocked them simultaneously, wrenching a shriek from Michelle and a scream of pain and delight from Bonnie. The waves washed across her savagely, propelling Bonnie into a carnal reality that was far away from the here and now, and when Bonnie finally regained her senses, she was flopped limply on top of Michelle and pinning the smaller woman beneath her.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you," Bonnie whispered.
"Stop saying that." Michelle pecked Bonnie on the lips. "You were wonderful. Now, please get off of me."
Bonnie quickly rolled onto her back. The dildo came free with a slippery ease, and Michelle's pussy farted loudly as she climaxed a second time with an arduous grunt. Breathing rapidly, Michelle draped her body across Bonnie's and tenderly kissed her breasts.
"Are you sore?" Michelle asked softly.
Bonnie stroked Michelle's hair, feeling an incredible intimacy. Previously undiscovered muscles strained in her guts and hips and shoulders, and she seriously considered whether or not she had injured something.
"Yes."
Michelle giggled. "I was too the first few times I used one. It takes practice."
Bonnie sighed. "How do you propose I practice?"
Michelle kissed Bonnie tenderly on the lips. "We'll think of something."
Bonnie sighed again. "This surely has been an education."
"You seemed like you were having fun."
"You, too." Bonnie paused. "Can I ask you something personal?"
"Oh for God's sake, Bonnie," Michelle replied, in a tone of voice that suggested, Jesus, that was a stupid question.
Bonnie blushed. "Do you and Michael use a strap-on?"
Michelle nodded with no hesitation. "For DP." When Bonnie arched her eyebrows, Michelle smiled. "Double penetration."
Bonnie had heard of it, and tried to picture Michael wearing a dildo. She laughed. Michelle chuckled.
"I know what you're thinking. And yes, he does look a little ridiculous at first. But then -- holy shit. My orgasms are so intense with both holes filled."
"Anal sex demeans a woman," Bonnie murmured, staring into Michelle's eyes. "I can't believe you enjoy it."
"Bonnie, how is it demeaning if I want it and enjoy it?"
"It just is." Bonnie pursed her lips. "Does it hurt?"
"It takes practice, like anything else."
Bonnie couldn't believe she was discussing these things at all, let alone with a next-door-neighbor. She blushed again. Michelle smiled at her discomfort.
"Bonnie?"
"Yes?"
"Get the beads."
* * *
Michael was sitting naked in a living room chair, soaking his privates in a bowl of cold water, when Michelle returned home. She was exhausted and sore, yet still had enough strength to burst out laughing when she saw him.
"Don't," he whined miserably. "It fucking hurts."
Michelle sat down opposite him and rubbed her crotch. "I know what you mean."
Michael grinned in spite of his discomfort. "When you were gone so long, I figured you'd won her over." He chuckled. "Did you ever eat any fish?"
Michelle groaned. "And then some. You were right. We've created a monster."
"And she's a delectable monster indeed."
"You still want another go at her?"
Michael grinned. "I do believe I'd like that, yes."
Michelle stretched her worn-out muscles, listening to her spine pop. "I think I'd like to be there when you do."
Michael paused, staring at her. They'd discussed the possibility of a threesome in the past, but could never get beyond whether the third party would be a woman or a man. And then there was the fact that they would have to actually watch each other being pleasured by the third. Up until now, both had had some serious doubts concerning that aspect.
"Well?" Michelle inquired after a long moment had passed.
Michael shrugged. "What changed your mind?"
"I don't really know. I guess it just seems like the logical next step in this -- whatever you call it."
"So, you don't care if the third person is a woman?"
"Not if it's Bonnie." Michelle paused. "And Michael, I want you to fuck her big bouncy bottom when we do."
"I got the impression she's not into that."
"She's not. But I think we can change her mind if we get her worked up enough."
Michael gently touched his balls, and winced. "We don't even know if she'd be into a threesome."
"Why not? She's fucked us both."
"She seems like the one-on-one type to me. Up until now, that's always been our issue."
"People change."
Michael grinned. "I see that wicked gleam in your eyes. You're planning a surprise attack."
"You know it."
"So when do you want to do it?"
"How about next weekend?" Michelle's stare turned pointed. "And no messing around while I'm at work. I want that fat slut so horny for the both of us she won't be able to say no."
Michael laughed. "It'll take me that long just to recover. What'd you have in mind?"
Michelle chuckled. "We'll invite her over for dinner. Fry some fish."
The Spread
The week passed excrutiatingly slow for Bonnie.
She had never been more aware of her aloneness than she was now. Every day she had expected Michael's hard body in her bed, especially after the bargain she'd made with Michelle, but Michael had remained aloof, staying inside most of the time. The one instance she had seen him outside, he'd been cutting the grass on his John Deere. She'd thought about walking over and confronting him, but exerting pressure when he wasn't ready could definitely backfire on her. And so, she'd tried to keep busy in her usual ways, feeling an intensity building in her loins while she wondered if she'd done something wrong. Another possibility existed, of course, but it was one she didn't want to contemplate -- maybe the two had simply used her and had no plans to take things further. Thusly, when the phone rang Thursday night, Bonnie was taken completely by surprise.
"Hey you," Michelle said on the other end.
Bonnie felt her heart pound with both anticipation and some betrayal, and became disgusted when she heard a quiver in her voice.
"Hey yourself. What's up?"
"Sorry I haven't called before. We've just been so busy."
"That's okay."
"No, Bonnie, it's not. And we apologize. We want to invite you over for dinner tomorro
w night."
Bonnie felt a relief so great she swayed against the kitchen counter.
"What're you having?"
"Michael's grilling T-bones. You're okay with red meat, aren't you? I forget."
"The redder the better. What do you want me to bring?"
"Just yourself, sweetheart, and whatever you want to drink."
"What time?"
"Sevenish?"
"That's fine."
"See you tomorrow. Michael and I are both looking forward to it."
Michelle hung up.
Bonnie stood in the kitchen, depression having replaced her former emotions. It would be good to see Michael, but obviously, there would be no sex with him if Michelle was there, despite the fact that she'd now slept with both of them and they all knew it. She thought this dinner might be awkward and strange, everybody hemming and hawing around that obvious fact, and then figured what the hell. If they were okay with it, then she would be, too. It never occurred to her that Michael and Michelle might have something else in mind.
Friday night found her standing on their front stoop ringing the doorbell. She was dressed fairly conservatively in loose-fitting clothes that did little to reveal her curves, and carried a small bag with her alcohol. She waited, and rang the bell again. It took a moment, and then Michael answered the door, wearing tight slacks and a sleeveless t-shirt. The slacks hugged his groin intimately, clearly outlining his package, and remembering what that beautiful penis had looked and tasted like a week ago stirred Bonnie's imagination. She felt her heart speed up.
"Howdy, neighbor," Michael said, and smiled.
"Hello, Michael," Bonnie replied, and then blushed embarrassedly.
As she followed him into the kitchen, watching the glutes flex in his muscular rear-end, her hormonal activity increased.
Remember, this isn't going anywhere tonight, she reminded herself. Focus on just having a good time with your friends. She willed her libido into the backseat, but the process was difficult and discomforting.
Michelle stood at the kitchen counter, tossing a salad. She wore a low-cut blouse with a push-up bra beneath, sexily accentuating her cleavage. Bonnie was a little surprised. Considering the small size of her neighbor's breasts, there was still a good amount of it on display.
"Hi, Bonnie," Michelle said, smiling widely. "Glad you could come."
When she turned to put a spoon in the sink, her tight shorts clung to her bottom like plastic wrap, revealing an absence of any panty lines.
"Hey," Bonnie said, setting her booze bag on the counter.
She pulled out a fifth of Absolute and a bottle of tonic, and Michael fetched her a tumbler with ice. She allowed her fingers to trail tenderly across the back of his hand, and he looked at her for a moment, and then smiled.
"You guys have a good week?" Bonnie asked.
Michelle nodded. "Like I said last night, it's been busy."
Michael slid past Michelle and returned to the fridge. He paused for a moment, and Bonnie saw him rub his front on her bottom. Michelle pressed back imperceptibly, but there was nothing subtle about the way her nipples hardened. He lowered his head and kissed her neck. Michelle sighed, and then smiled at Bonnie, who wondered what kind of game they were playing. All she could think about was having Michael pressed against her that way.
When Michael returned to the counter with three massive T-bones, Bonnie noticed that his dick had thickened slightly and his knob was now outlined. Her pussy grew damp, and she shifted uncomfortably, feeling her panties slide into her slit. He placed the steaks on a platter, and coated them with olive oil. He then sprinkled spices on the slabs, Bonnie inhaling the pungent aroma of rosemary and thyme.
"How do you like your steak?" he asked, looking at her across the counter.
Bonnie cleared her throat. "Rare."
"That's my girl. Grab those tongs, would you?"
Bonnie followed him onto the deck. He set the platter on the picnic table, and she watched as he dumped charcoal into a starter chimney.
"How come you didn't come over this week?" Bonnie asked, keeping her voice low.
"Honey," Michael said, and chuckled. "I needed the time to heal. I had burns on my Johnson for three days."
Bonnie smiled, and nodded faintly. She had been sore, too -- from both of them. She watched Michael stuff paper in the bottom of the chimney, and sipped her drink. When he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips, Bonnie drew back, startled.
"What're you doing? Michelle might see."
"She won't mind."
"But I do."
"Why?"
"I don't want to rub her face in it."
Michael chuckled again. "From what I understand, you enjoyed rubbing her face in it quite a bit."
Bonnie blushed. She still wasn't sure how she felt about that particular encounter, although it had been fun.
Michael kissed her again, this time rubbing her breast.
This is getting weird, Bonnie thought nervously.
But her heart raced from his touch, and her nipples grew rigid beneath her bra. She glanced down at her chest, saw they were visible, and grew embarrassed. Michael smiled and lit the charcoal.
Michelle appeared on the deck, carrying plates and silverware, which she set down on the table. With no discernable hesitation whatsoever, she came up to Bonnie and kissed Bonnie full on the mouth, her lips lingering softly for a moment. Bonnie was rooted to the spot, stunned. Michael came up behind Bonnie and pressed his groin against her rump, and Bonnie felt him harden further in her crack.
"What's going on?" she said, heart hammering.
"That's a stupid question," Michelle said softly, rubbing her breasts against Bonnie's.
"Please," Bonnie breathed. "I'm not comfortable with this."
Michael kissed the side of her neck. "Why not? We're all friends here."
"It doesn't seem right."
"Then why does it feel so good?" Michael said, nibbling her ear. He took Bonnie's wrist and guided her hand to his bulge, and Bonnie felt him grow harder.
Michelle kissed her again. "What did you think was going to happen tonight?"
"Dinner with friends," Bonnie whispered.
"Oh, we're going to eat, all right," Michelle murmured.
She cupped Bonnie's breasts and stroked them tenderly, and for the first time, Bonnie felt real arousal. She was captured between them, the heat of their bodies radiating into hers, and a delicious tingling sensation worked its way slowly and steadily into her nether regions. Michelle kissed her again, slipping her tongue between Bonnie's lips, as Michael's mouth fastened on the back of her neck and sucked gently. Michael slid his hand up her back beneath her pullover, unsnapped her bra, and then moved his hands to her rump. He fondled her cheeks and rubbed his fully hardened cock against her crack. Unable to help herself, Bonnie pushed against it and wriggled. Michael grunted. The smell of burning charcoal filled the early evening air.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Bonnie said softly, staring at Michelle.
"That's what you said the other night," Michelle replied. "Remember how that turned out?"
"Yes, but..."
"This is new to us, too," Michelle whispered. "And we couldn't think of a nicer person to try it with."
"I thought it was going to be that one time with you," Bonnie breathed.
Michelle smiled. "Whatever in the world gave you that idea?"
She took Bonnie's hands and placed them on her breasts, and Bonnie felt Michelle's nipples pressing insistently against the fabric of her blouse and brassiere. She squeezed them, and Michelle sighed softly. She caressed Bonnie's breasts, and Bonnie squirmed.
"Michelle..." she whispered.
"Hush."
Head whirling pleasantly, Bonnie heard Michael's zipper rattling open, and she reached behind her and freed his cock. The shaft was a rock-hard rail of pulsating muscle burning in her palm, and she gasped at its mindless ferocity. She thumbed his knob, the pisshole slick with pre-cum, and Michael g
runted again. Michelle pulled Bonnie's shirt over her head, and the loosened bra came with it. Michelle moaned softly, pressing her face into Bonnie's cleavage.
"Oh, Michelle," Bonnie murmured.
Michelle's tiny mouth sent shuddering darts through Bonnie's heaving chest, and Bonnie grew wet as her arousal increased. Michelle tongued her nipples while Michael sucked on the side of her neck, his hands worming to her front and fumbling with the button on her jeans. He opened them and pushed his fingers inside her panties, finding her clit and pressing gently, and Bonnie undulated, gasping. The sensation of multiple hands on her body was simply divine, and she shuddered with the intensity. Events were escalating, and she suddenly felt deliciously out of control. Any thoughts of decorum had now fled. She wanted to possess both of them in any way possible, and yearned to be possessed by them, as well.