File Sharing

File Sharing

A sequel to Book Return

Yeah,
it’s me again. Ever since I told you about my fantasy . . . you know the one .
. . well, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’ve been going absolutely nuts!
I’m not entirely proud of what happened, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
It’s not like I’m disloyal or anything, you know. I love Emily to death.
I mean, hell, she was in on it.

Oh, duh,
I keep forgetting that you don’t know what the hell I’m talking about. Why
don’t you pay better attention? That’s better. You won’t want to miss this, at
least.

Not long
after Emily and I had our little dream conference, (of course it never
happened. Like I would work in a library) we had been walking around
look for some fun. Usually, we make it, but you know how it goes when all
you’ve done is touched each other all day . . . Oh . .style="mso-spacerun: yes"> . I sure do. We needed some excitement
outside of heavy petting. I don’t think it was too obvious that we were
together. Just seeing us wouldn’t clue you in but if you knew us you knew about
us. It never bothered me. I was more wont than anything to try and show her
off at the cost of making boys salivate. Actually, if you remember that
convention I was talking about last time, we did exactly that. Hey, hey, it wasn’t
exactly prostitution, and the only service we were really doing was to
ourselves (all we did was offer a few make-out shows at the price of a little
chocolate. It was beautiful!).

Anyway,
Emily was quick to jog me out of my delicious little memory with a good shake
to the shoulder. Caught off-guard, I jumped and tried to regain the few years
of my life that just fluttered away. “What is it?” I asked, holding my hand to
my beating chest.

“Oh,
nothing, it’s just him again.”

I paled a
little. Ever since that story time, by the way, Emily would find the
smallest ways to get on me about it. “So what?” I murmured, looking away. She
knew I had a hard time with getting embarrassed.<:p>

“Oh come
on! You can’t even look at him, now? It was a harmless fantasy! Unusual, yes,
but harmless. It occurs to me that there’s no other reason to have included him
at all unless you were willing to meet and talk to him.”

Remember
when I said I paled? Yeah, I was mistaken. This time, truly drained of color, I
looked up to her like she was a madwoman. “Are you insane?!”

“Not
really, no.”

“Can we
please drop the whole thing? I didn’t pick Mike for any other reason that he’s
the only boy . . . uh . . . damnit.”

Emily
nodded satisfactorily. “I figured. You’ve got a crush on him, don’t you?”

“No!” I
whined, throwing my hands down in balled fists like a child would. It wase,
e,
though. I’d at least deny up and down a little while longer. Ten minutes later
and we were sitting in Mineo’s Pizza in our favorite booth, an uneaten slice
next to my downed head. I was trying to calm down, but my brain wasn’t with the
plan. Emily was reaching over to rub my back, apologizing slightly.

“Don’t,”
I murmured. She retracted her hand but I stopped her. “I mean, don’t say you’re
sorry. I don’t know why I’m being this way.” I wiped at my eye furtively. I
wasn’t crying, and you won’t say I was, either. I really wasn’t.

“I wasn’t
crying.”

“I know.
I don’t see why you’re so upset, though.”

I
shrugged, rubbing my forehead. Irritated, I blew a lock of hair from my face
and decided to just tie it back. “I guess I don’t like that it’s true. And if
it is true-“

“Which it
so is.”

“Shut up.
If it is, when will it end?” Emily grinned softly, just like the understanding
person I knew she was.

“Maybe
you need to do him.”

My mouth
dropped open.

“Or you
can blow him, whichever.”

“Emily!”

She
sighed, laughing. “You’re being so sensitive! It’s only been a few days since
you told me about this, it’ll probably take just as many to pass. Relax. . .” I
did feel a little better. Then I caught the look in her eye. She leaned
forward, kissing my nose. “Or I can pretend to be him, for you, and ride you
lik—“

“Stop
it!” I shouted, scrunching up really tight. A few people looked at me, but
Emily was more mortified than I was. She looked like a burglar caught in the
act.

“What is with
you?” she whispered, sounding a little concerned. I was a little worried that
she’d get mad at me and leave, but that wasn’t her style. “Do you wanna go
home?”

“I don’t
know,” I said quietly. “I feel really strange. . .” I rubbed my head, feeling a
warmth spread through my cheeks. I must have been as red as the pizza sauce,
and Emily saw it.

“I’m
really sorry—“

“No! I’m
sorry! I’m being really dumb about this. I feel really bad, too. You know I’d
never—“ Emily held up her hand and I knew everything was okay. She nodded,
taking hold of mine.

“Yeah, of
course I know. It’ll pass.”

Maybe.

“Are you
alright?” I froze. Emily would have to handle this. I guess I should have
mentioned that we didn’t just go to Mineo’s for the pizza. It was where Emily
had seen Mike in the first place and somehow, she convinced me to go in there.
Talking to him was not on the agenda so I clammed up pretty quick. Em was sharp
enough to step in.

“She’s
alright, just a little stressed.”

I thought
that would have been enough, but for some reason he wasn’t walking away like he
should have been. Instead, he gently smiled, causing me to look away even more
as he posed me a question. “Don’t you work at the library?”

What an odd
thing to say! A little stunned, I turned to stare at him and I softly denied
it. He shrugged. “I guess I’ve just seen you around elsewhere. I’ll. . . catch
you later, then.” He gave us a small wave and walked out rather casually for a
guy who nearly stopped my heart cold.

Immediately,
I whipped around and started with the speed-talk. “How does he know? Why else
would he suppose I worked at the library unless he knew?! Did you tell
anyone? Was he spying? Why does he know?!”

“Oh my
gosh, calm down! You just go in there an awful lot. I mean, you know how you
can’t get enough of books and all.”

“I hate
you so much. . .”

“Really,
he doesn’t know anything. And of course I haven’t told.” She paused, shifting
around for a moment. “I think I understand though. . .” She fanned herself.
“And I think I’m getting the vapors!”

I moaned,
putting my head down. “Thanks for the agony.”

“He’s
awfully cute.”

“Yeah,
great.” A felt a leg under the table rub up against mine. I peeked up, seeing
Emily grin very coyly.

“My offer
still stands. . . I’d gladly be Mike for you. . .”

I burned
red as her toes crept up along my thigh. She wears sandals, so slipping out of
them was no task. “Emily. . .” She leaned forward, whispering.

“Either
we do it here or at my house, because I am really horny.” I suddenly
felt a lot warmer as I grabbed her hand and drew her from the building.
Grinning madly at each other, we raced her for her house a few feet before she
went back for her footwear.

--

Shortly
afterward, I jogged home, utterly exhausted. I’m no lightweight, so it wasn’t
the jog, if you catch what I mean. I stumbled up the stairs and immediately
into the shower, peeling away my sticky tank top and shorts before undoing my
undies. I sat down in the tub, welcoming the cool spray over my hot body and
hotter loins. Doesn’t that sound goofy? Loins. God, I love that word.

Anyway,
after good while, a half-hour’s time where I fell asleep, I jostled back into
the waking world, a naked figure dancing out of my memory. Boy or girl, it was
a hot dream and it rendered me ready for another go. As tired as my legs
were, I found the energy to stand and grab the showerhead before I sat back
down with an ‘omph’, spreading my thighs against the cool, ceramic, tub walls.
I grinned as I changed the water to a better temperature, allowing my person to
heat up even more.

I gave
the waterpik a good turn, the massage setting rattling against my glistening
chest. I purred lightly as I reached for my body wash, popping the cap and
letting the peach soap drip down onto my breasts. I dumped the bottle in thaskeasket I had nearby and set to work, rubbing my palm across my slippery skin. I
sighed softly as I massaged and kneaded, the extra-slick surface satisfyingly
elusive to my groping. My lithe fingers circled a nipple and I was instantly in
heaven, finding it to be more of a game to keep hold of the little nub. A
really, really fun game.

“Ah,” I
murmured as I gave myself another pinch, guiding the showerhead down and over
my taut tummy. It tickled slightly as I moved across the skin, causing me to
bunch up a little. Shortly, though, I was spraying the insides of my thighs,
getting used to the pounding of the water as I more eagerly stroked my chest.
My mouth dropped open a little, tiny whimpers escaping as I latched on for the
big squeeze. I angled the pik down and instantly moaned as the water caressed
me like a true friend might.

A really
sexy friend.

“Ngh,” I
murmured, holding the pik right up to my clit. I was assaulted by liquid bliss,
steam rising from my body as I unwantingly attempted to cool down. I only
achieved in heating up, though, my blood running faster through my nethers,
increasing the delights that pressed against me at twenty cycles per second.
“Nyhaa!” I cried as I thumbed the pik into a higher setting, the showerhead
more like a vibrator now (not that I didn’t have one, it required a battery,
though). I pulled on my nipple and tightened up a bit, feeling a rush build
somewhere. I clenched and relaxed, causing oscillations of great and ome ome to
rocket through my lower half.

“M-Mike.
. .” I uttered weakly, pressing the pik even closer. My head flopped as I
arched my back out, crying out happily as I came. My thighs snapped shut around
the pik as I convulsed, conniptions shattering my composition. Half a minute
later I was sprawled out, the showerhead spraying across my stomach and hitting
me in the face.

I didn’t
care, though. I felt yummy all over and—

“Did I
say Mike?” I closed my eyes with a sigh as the orgasm slowly faded.
“Damnit, I wasn’t even thinking about him. . .” I kicked my leg up and toed the
faucet, turning off the water. I was going to get up but I felt like jelly. I
smiled wide, spreading out like it were my bed. The steam was being sucked into
the vent and the air was clearing, but my head sure wasn’t.

Suddenly,
the curtain ripped away and I screamed like I was being stabbed. Emily stood
there, her hair matted to her face, panting down at me.

“What are
you doing here?!” I shrieked, my climactic world disappearing. “You
didn’t hear me, did you?” I asked meekly, coming out of my shell. I stood with
her helping hand, yanking a towel down from the curtain rod and around my body.

“No, I
just got here. Your door was open so I let myself in.”

That,
also, was not Emily’s style. This had to be important. “What is it?” I asked,
slightly alarmed. I guided her to my room and she sat down on the bed as I
tossed on some underwear, jeans and a too-tight short-sleeve. I reconsidered,
rubbing my sore chest and went with a looser, and much rattier tank top. Yeah,
you could see just about everything.

“Okay, so
I went to the library. It was just on a whim, right? You won’t believe what I
found.” She held it out to me and I nearly fell to my butt.

“No way.”

“It’s not
what you think, though. . .” She opened the book of my dreams, revealing that
it too was blank, but for the title page. I stared, leaning back on my dresser
as she being her recitation. “I know
the secret,” she read, “and I can share it with you.” She glanced up. “There’s
an address, too. Michelle, this is very strange.” I mouthed something obscene
and sat down in my chair, running a hand back through my wet hair. I wiped it
on my pants and look at her, still breathing a little heavily.

“I. . .
someone knows? That can’t be for me.”

I was wrong,
of course. The title page wasn’t all that was filled in; the dedication quite
clearly printed my name.

--

Emily
grabbed my hand and dragged me to the door of the third house on the street. It
was a nicely shaded area, doming trees arching over the double-lane. The house
whose numbers matched those we found in the thin hardcover was moderate in
size, yellow, and well-kept. The lawn was darkened by the shadows of the trees,
making it seem as though the house was sunken back further than it was. I guess
that was one reason why it took forever to climb onto the bare, open porch and
to the door.

“Oh God,
can we please go back? What if it’s some psycho? You know it is.”

Emily
gave me nudge and told me to relax. “Just calm down! We know how to run, we’ll
be fine. Somehow, I doubt we’ll be killed.”

“I never
said killer. I said psycho. Psychos can rape.”

“Michelle,
come on! Ring the doorbell.”

“No!” I
turned and tried to escape but she caught me by the waist in a tight hug. I
cried for release but she held fast. “Emily, why won’t you let me go?! This
isn’t like you!”

“And this
isn’t like you! You’re being a pussy.”

“A book,
I must add, that harkens back to a little fantasy you told me. And seeing as no
one outside of you and I heard it, I’m very curious.” I paused. Fuck, she was
right. I was actually a little angry with myself.

“Oh-okay.
If he’s A) fat, B) bald, C) not wearing a shirt, I am gone. Got me?”

“I’ll be
right behind you. Ring it.” I did. And I waited. Emily fidgeted a little, as
though something was wrong.

“Maybe we
should ditch. This is going nowhere.” I yelped and hopped into her arms
immediately after, the door opening with a crack.

“Hi,
sorry, the jamb got stuck— hey! It’s you!”

My jaw
dropped open. “M-Me. . .”

“Hi,
Mike!” Emily chirruped. She held up the book. “You have some explaining to do.”
His smile faded into a more mysterious grin. I was getting a worse feeling
about this. Why didn’t I run. . . he’s not wearing a shirt. Damn, he’s
so attractive—

“I was
wondering when that would turn up. C’mon in.” Emily grinned at me and grabbed
my hand again, pulling me inside before I even realized he opened the door wide
enough for us to enter.an>

The
inside was a step down from modern decadence. Extremely art deco, with
contemporary furniture and objects everywhere. Strangely, he led us right into
the kitchen. It was white, a lucite counter wrapping around three of the walls.
In the middle was a dirtier-white island, probably just for chopping. Above the
island was a wire suspended softened light, dimmed all the sudden to a dreadful
light-cyan level.

Why did I
say dreadful? I guess it was that it was at that moment that I realized that
Mike had grabbed me by the arms and was breathing on my ear. “Ah. . .” I froze
up as his hands moved inward, cupping me. I was thrown off kilter so much that
I was already dizzy, unable to put a sentence together as he kneaded me.

“I know
everything,” urmuurmured, causing me to shiver. His hands moved to the buttons
of my shirt, undoing them about as slowly as he spoke. “It’s flattering. . .
especially considering that it’s not as if I don’t like the idea of all those
people watching.”

And that’s
when I realized that an audience was present. Emily was sitting on the
counter in front of me, her legs spread, rubbing herself through her pants. I
gasped when he touched my crotch, and leaned back into him a little. He
undid my last button, pulling my blue short-sleeve top apart. That’s right. I
changed. I wasn’t going to go out in that tank. His left hand slid up, tugging
it upward.

Well, I
wasn’t going to go out in just that tank. I finally regained my bearings
and turned, shoving against him. “St-stop!” I stumbled back, crashing into the
island. He grinned and followed, grabbing me by the hips to lift me up onto it.
A little dazed from the pain that shot up my spine, it took me just a second to
realize that I was on my back and that my knees were in the air. He pressed up
against me and I felt his bulge grinding very pleasantly against me. I
moaned, hypnotized by the feeling, as he hands touched onto my stomach and slid
up along the skin. I closed my eyes, savoring the soft touch as he teased the
underside of my breasts, poking around at my bra. Moments later he lifted the
tank up and over them, letting it pool around my neck. He latched back onto my
chest, pulling the cups down and under, pushing my breasts up a little. He
stroked me a little roughly, like he knew I liked it like that. I shuddered,
squeezing my legs around his waist. “Ngh. . .” I murmured, reaching up,
stretching, running my fingers through my hair, where they then bumped into
Emily’s tummy.

I opened
my eyes when a second set of hands fell upon me, Emily’s digits dancing along
my neck. I looked at her, speechless, only able to purr as she ran her
fingernails over the skin. I saw the two of them connect eye-to-eye, grin at
each other, and then I knew I was fucked.

I
couldn’t wait.

Mike
reached around, guiding me up a little to get at the clasp to my underwear. He
undid it, plucking the bra away and flinging it to the floor. I was sweating a
good deal by now, grinding into his crotch almost as eagerly as he playing with
my goodies. I sighed as Emily cupped my face, leaning down to kiss my cheek.
She gave me a reassuring wink, like I needed it, and kissed my mouth next,
intrusively forcing her tongue past my dry lips. I didn’t fight her, instead
returning the sloppy action. I felt the sensations from my crotch increase a
little, even more when Mike’s hands closed around my bare skin again. I started
to breath a little quickly, making small whimpers as Emily reaching down to
pinch me. The combination of groping, kneading and nipple-squeezing caused me
to writhe helplessly, mumbling Emily’s name into her mouth. She let me go, in
both senses, a thin bridge of spit splitting once she got a few inches away. I
licked up what landed on my lips, grinning stupidly as she began to undo her
pants. Mike took the break in my attention to lean down and seize a nipple with
his mouth, causing me to coo and clamp down on his head. Getting more anxious,
increasing ten-fold when he bit me, I ground down on his throbbing piece a
little harder. I was soaking our pants – I could feel et set spot creeping down
midthigh.

My mouth
now agape, mewls of pleasure escaping every few seconds, I barely realized that
a shadow had fallen over my face. I opened my eyes again and saw Emily’s slit
above me, glistening a little, and ready for play. She idled with her chest as
she silently eased down, presenting it to my waiting mouth. I happily tilted my
head back and began to lap at her, delighted to hear her moan my name, this
time. Mike took the cue and backed off – I would have pouted if I wasn’t busy
swirling my tongue around Emily’s clit. It was hot and moist, liquid spreading
across my cheeks and my saliva slipping down her legs. I felt my pants and
undies being pulled away, and I lifted by buttocks to help. Before I could
settle back down, he grabbed me there, squeezing generously. I murmured into
Emily’s sex, hearing her gleefully purr.

I paused
though, when I felt him mount me. My heart shot out of my body, unable to keep
up with how much I wanted fucked. He nearly fell in, my slit so slick it should
have a caution sign. He pulled on the skin of my butt, my muscles tightening
pleasantly. He guided his huge self in, a rumble of a sigh slipping past his
lips as he buried into me. I quietly whimpered, arching my back off the island
as he entered me. My legs spread further as I pushed down to get more of him. I
licked Emily furiously, sometimes probing inward. She pitched a little,
grabbing the light to steady herself.

I latched
onto my chest when he began his motion, sliding out and pounding back in.
“Ahh!” I cried, feeling a scrumptious buzz fly thought my body. I could feel
him pulsing all the way up to my neck, and I was rocking a little off the
island. He growled, digging his fingers into my backseat. I subscribed to the
‘More cushion for the pushin’ axiom. And he was pushing. “Mike,” I
whined, my leg locking around him. “Nyyahh. . .” I pinched myself fiercely,
swimming in the liveliness of our sex. Emily, too, was quietly repeating my
name. I hadn’t forgotten her. Sad to leave my chest, I reached up with on hand
to slip a finger within, locating her g-spot like it were attached to the tip
of my finger. I pressed, rendering her to lurch.

“Ahhh!” she
cried, her toes curling up. “Ngh!” she gritted, starting to roll her body in
countermotions. Mike grinned as he watched, dutifully working like a piston as
he filled my clenching body. I was milking him now, so hot, so wet and so close
that I was constantly making small whimpering noises. He was raining sweat, the
sounds of his legs smacking against mine fluttering through the damp air. Emily
locked her legs around my head as she started to shake, screaming my name as
she came. I licked like I couldn’t stop, making her beg for mercy where I would
give her none. Shortly after she fell to her hands, placing them to either side
of my waist. She grinned wickedly, not too tired to take one of my abandoned
breast to mouth and to nip the very tip. I cried out, sinking my teeth into her
thigh (gently) as I was rocked with a orgasm, feeling Mike lock up too.

“Nyyyahh!” I howled
as he pushed up, while I demanded he keep going. My bottom bounced up and down,
my shoulders quaking as he too was hit with convulsions. He lurched forward and
roared, squeezing the life from my legs. I returned the favor, tightening my
grip on his body. Ten seconds later and we were done, high-pitch pants coming
out of my mouth as I stared at my beautiful little Emily’s shaven area, already
feeling up for another round. My girlfriend buried her face in my stomach, her
breathing a bit more controlled. I moaned when Mike slid out of me, nuzzling
contentedly against Emily’s leg. He let out a heavy breath, stumbling over to
the wall-housed fridge.

“I hope
you don’t think we’re done.”

I
couldn’t tell which of them it was who said that, though. Not like it mattered,
of course. Emily managed to work her way off me, letting me sit up. She
sauntered over to Mike, but I couldn’t see the look on her face. The way her
butt twitched, I just assumed it was a grin. He opened the fridge as she looked
back at me, grinning, sliding a hand down his front. I wanted to frown, but
watching her manipulate him was just as appealing as all the times I thought
about doing the very same. She winked at me and nodded upward. I broke my gaze,
albeit hesitantly, and saw what he pulled from the unit. I made a small
‘eep’ing sound, a little shocked and perplexed at the same time.

“Why do
you have a strap-on in the fridge?” I whimpered.

“I like
to plan ahead,” he teased, sliding behimilymily. She turned to me, closing her
eyes, leaning back on him. She sighed quietly as he moving down a little,
hooking her thighs into the contraption. He cupped her sex from behind, dipping
a finger into her. Emily tipped her head back, smiling, transfixingly so. I
watched greedily as he pulled the device up, guiding the inner-piece into her.
She shuddered, moaning a little.

“S-s-so
cold. . .” she whispered, tightening her legs around it once it was snugly in
place. Mike stepped out from behind and gave her backside a loud smack, causing
her to hop. She winked up at him as he took hold of what was just about his
size and tipped it up, waving it at me.

I slid
off the island and to my feet, carefully standing with my buttocks on the
counter. I shook off my shirt but let the tank-top fall back in place. He
crooked his finger as he beckoned me forward, like he needed to convince me. I
sauntered over, nearly falling into them, and sank to my knees in front of her.
Admittedly, I had a little experience that she didn’t know about, but it wasn’t
enough to prepare me for the . . . well, largeness of the current
situation. Most of my endeavors were poorly executed, and on a few of the boys
in my high school. You can’t blame a girl for being curious and, sure, why the
fuck not, a little skanky. I never gave myself away at least.

Er, hey.
. . never mind.

Anyway, Emily
caught my wandering attention by pressing forward and against my lips. I
swallowed a lump back and opened wide for her, letting the phallus rest on my
tongue. I ‘mmm’ed for her, causing a little shiver to ride up her spine. I
started to rub my thighs together, feeling a renewed wetness creep through my
nethers. Emily a h a hand on my head as I bobbed on her, slowly. I didn’t want
to gag and I didn’t think that coughing would be very sexy. I did give a little
start when Mike’s hand fell on my backside, giving me a gentle rub. I relaxed
backward, murmuring as I tongue-bathed Emily’s huge dick. It was at least eight
inches and the thought of it being inside me elsewhere was more than enough to
keep my grinding my legs together.

Then again, the touch of Mike’s
finger tips to my exposed slit was more than enough to get me to
spread’em. I tightened up a little, moaning softly as he prodded with his
digits, easily slipping into me, wet as I was. He pulled his finger back and
rubbed my clit, causing me to let Emily’s dick fall from my mouth, the
spittle-bridge connecting us snapping back against my chin and neck and I asked
for more.

“Ngh,” I
voiced softly as Emily sat down in front of me, reaching out to palm my chest.
I fell forward and nuzzled her stomach, forcing my buttocks out and into the
air. My eye popped open as some fluid splashed onto my backside; cold, and very
slippery. I glanced back but fell iblisbliss as Mike rubbed the lubricant
across my skin, the massaging motion pleasantly relaxing. “Mn. . .” I mumbled,
my mouth hanging open just a bit. It was deliciously heavenly, as Mike handed
off to Emily the lubricant to use on my breasts. I was actually voiceless by
then, the feeling of her fingertips rolling across my slick nipples
unimaginably delightful.

Smack!
I gaped, lurching forward a bit as Mike’s hand rebounded off my buttocks. In
shock, I tried to look back, but my eyesight was rendered useless by the sudden
application of a blindfold. A bit more on alert now, I tried to get up, but
Emily held me against her leg. “What’re you doing?” I tried to ask, but
midway through I was spanked again. I hissed, but knew that I was going to
start liking it really soon.

“You’re going
to beg, this time,” Mike said, rubbing the slight pain away. “I hope you liked
it the first time, so I want to see to what degree you did.” I speechlessly
looked up to Emily, knowing that she was grinning at me.

“Oh,” I
said breathlessly as his hands left my body. I was cooling down without his
touch already, and Emily was just sitting there, watching me, I was sure. I was
dripping, my fluids leaking down my leg, and I knew that I’d go crazy unless I
had them all over me. “Do it again,” I whined, arching my back and positioning
myself for another slap. He waited, just long enough for me to loosen. His hand
whacked my backside, causing my to yelp this time. It hurt a little more that
the first, but not enough for me to want to stop. “A-again!” I cried. He
grinned as he scooted forwaris sis sex nestling under mine. I felt him slide
across my slit and before I could moan again, he spanked me hard enough to send
white before my eyes. I panted, pressing against Emily’s stomach. She happily
rubbed my head, soothingly, occasionally raking her nails across my back.
“Pl-please,” I mewled, clawing into the linoleum, “more!”pan>

Six more
slaps reddened my backside and I was exhausted. Sweat was pouring off my face
and even in the dark I could see a few colors. Breathing hard, I pressed my
cheek against Emily’s still-strapped-in strap-on and begged the phrase I knew
they’d been waiting for. “F-fuck me,” I managed, swallowing again. With a short
cry I jerked up, feeling a wet finger prod me in the rear. It sank in
instantly, caught off- guard as I was. I tightened up but I was ordered to
relax, for my own good and all. I loosened up wisely, whimpering as the digit
was replaced by the head of his meat. I bit my lip and dug my fingertips into
Emily’s thighs, waiting for him to send me to nirvana.

Of
course, he didn’t. I was nearly perplexed, but awneawned on me that we were
still playing a game. “Put it in” I murmured, rocking back a little. He pressed
in that instant, rendering a groan from my throat as he dove into me. “Aahh,” I
moaned, pressing my face into Emily’s legs. I hugged her waist tightly as he
quickly moved on to thrusting, not long anugh,ugh, but more like a bounce,
quickly going in and out with no more than a centimeter’s give. I moved with
him, asking for a bit more with each increase in stroke.

“Mnn. .
.” I murmured, crawling up to press against Emily’s chest. I wasn’t going to be
useless. I left my tongue out, dragging along her tummy and up to her chest,
where I found a nipple and latched on. She made a soft noise, sighing as she
hugged my head to her breast. I made small, guttural noises as I was pressed
repeatedly against Emily’s front, my eyes squeezing tight as Mike was finally
taking long thrusts into my backside. I released Emily’s nipple with a long
moan, countering his actions with a strong backward motion. He stopped, buried
deep within me, throbbing inside me, filling me in ways I couldn’t have
dreamed of. Lost in the feeling, I was a little surprised when his hands
wrapped around my waist, pulling be back. He was on his back now, and I was
riding him reverse, given control over how much he was going to plug me. I
grinned wickedly as I took over, bouncing on his sex eagerly, his penis sliding
into me smoothly. I tossed my head back, spit sliding down my cheek and
dripping off my jaw. I was calling his name now, the feeling of Emily’s hands
falling on my chest only sending my head reeling, fresher cries coming from my
open mouth.

Distressed
when she stopped me, I began to beg for it to continue. She silenced me with a verystyle='mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> active kiss, her hand crawling down my body
and into my slit. Her tongue did the same into my mouth, battling mine, hlipslips sliding wetly over my own. Her finger was gone, suddenly, and the large
head of her cock took its place. I gasped a little as she stilled me, tipping
me back so that she could get into my writhing body. “E-Emily!” I cried,
wrapping my arms around her neck as she nestled the whole length into me. I
arched back, resuming my bouncing, my sweat allowing my chest to slip slickly
over hers, the feeling of rolling flesh racing the erogenous circuit around my
body. I was SO style='mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>fucking horny.

“O-oh God!” I cried, tightening my hold on Emily’s neck. Mike
was practically lifting off the floor as he pushed into me, the wet
double-‘slilch’ of his and her entrances permeating the air, along with the
sounds of sweaty skin slapping off the floor and off other participants.
Delirium was settling in as I toggled between their names, each cried with same
vivaciousness as a pornstar. “A-agh. . . d-don’t stop!” I whimpered, my voice
heightened like it always did before I came, and along with that came the
standard quiver. I tipped my head back and screamed as I convulsed, a howl
joining mine as Mike shot deep into my backside. Emily slowed col collapsed
forward, leaning on her shoulder. She muttered something about fairness before
I passed out.

A few minutes later my eyes popped open, fruitlessly, as the
blindfold still hugged my head. I didn’t move, though, too tired and frankly,
too pained in the ass to want to. I winced a little – I would be sore
tomorrow. Perked up, though, hearing my
new best friend talking to my girlfriend.

“I didn’t think it would work. She’s style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>amazing.”

“Tell me about it. When she told me that fantasy, I knew she’d
crumble if something like it actually happened. You’re not disappointed that it
didn’t actually happen in a library, are you?”

“Are you nuts? Two girls! Two!”

“Hee. . . I think we all got what we wanted.”

I lifted the edge of the blindfold, dumbfounded. Emily style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>set
this up? I glanced around and saw the strap-on a few feet away, shimmering in
the light that came in from the living room, where I expected they were. They
didn’t even move me off the floor! That’s either courtesy or jerkitude, and
whichever it was, someone was going to pay.

I saddled up, ripping the blindfold from my head. I gave my
messy hair a toss as I sauntered into the next room, seeing Emily sit across
from Mike on the couch, still undressed. Not exactly silently, I crept up on
him and snagged him with the blindfold, cutting off his protests with a hand
over his mouth.

I looked at Emily with some playful vengeance twinkling in my
eye. She, knowing style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Courier New"'>exactly
what was about the happen, winked at
me. Grinning, I tipped Mike’s chin up and dangled my new piece in front of his
face.

“I didn’t get style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Courier New"'>everythingstyle='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Courier New";
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> I wanted.”

The end. [rubs butt]
Geeze, that smarts.

Notes: As much as a
threesome would rock, I love Emily way too much to share her and I know she
feels the same way. Besides, we have toys, so we’re not at a total loss!

Anal sex is awesome. ^^