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 Bad Day Turns Good.  (FFF+M interr cons romance)
   I was sitting at my desk writing a story for my own entertainment.  It
was about three thirty in the afternoon and I began hearing a dog bark
across the street.  That's what dogs do, so I didn't think much about it.
Suddenly I heard a scream out on the sidewalk in front of my house.  I
occasionally hear small children screaming outside but they're playing and
that's what small children do when they play.  This scream was different.
It was about pain and fear and it made me shoot out of my chair and hurry
the ten feet or so to the front door.  I looked out and there was a young
girl fighting with a dog on the sidewalk.  The dog was the pit bull that
lives across the street.  She lives in a fence but apparently she had
escaped and had attacked the girl.  The girl had on shorts, running shoes
and a tank top.  She had an iPod and it looked like she had been jogging.
That must have triggered some instinct in the dog and it had attacked.  It
had her by the forearm and I could see that she was bleeding.
   I keep a small baseball bat beside the front door to repel unwelcome
visitors and I snatched it up.  I hurried outside and gave the dog a whack
in the ribs.  The damned thing let go of the girl's arm and bit me on the
calf.  It hurt like hell and I gave it another whack.  This time I hit in
in the head as hard as I could and it collapsed.  The owner from across the
street was hurrying over.
   "What the hell did you do to my dog?" he shouted.
   "The question you should be asking is what the hell your dog did to me
and this girl," I told him.  "You're going to be lucky if you don't get
sued.  Get this thing off my sidewalk and yourself too."
   I turned my back to him and helped the girl inside.  "We need to get you
cleaned up, honey," I told her.  "Both of us need to see a doctor.  Dog
bites are nasty.  We'll get an infection if we don't.  Dogs have bad things
on their teeth."
   I got first aid stuff and cleaned up her arm and my leg.  I took a
couple of pictures in case we needed them and wrapped up our wounds.  We
went out and got in my car.  She was still crying.  I suspect her arm hurt
as bad as my calf did.  I petted her a little and she calmed down.  "I'm so
sorry," I told her.  "We'll get fixed up at the emergency room.  I don't
even know your name, honey."
   "I'm Courtney Leavett," she said.  "Thanks for saving me from that dog.
I thought it was going to tear my arm off.  It jumped right at my face and
I just put my arm up by instinct.  I run by there every day and I've never
seen it before."
   "I'm Osmund Clancy," I told her.  "You can call me Oz."
   "I know who you are," she said.  "I've seen you keeping time at track
meets.  I pole vault.  Plus, you're kind of a legend on the girls track
team.  I've seen your name all over the women's track record board.  Plus,
you're the only black woman that lives in our town.  That makes you kind of
special."
   "You mean like riding the short bus?"
   That made her laugh and the tears were over.  She was a cute little
thing, not much over five feet.  My five nine dwarfed her, but she had a
nice little package going on.  She had long, glossy brown hair and dark
skin with big brown eyes.  I don't think the skin was naturally dark, but
she had a nice tan.  We pulled up at the emergency room and helped each
other in.  My leg hurt like hell and she told me her arm did too.  It was a
small emergency room so we didn't have to wait long.  Cortney was eighteen
so we didn't have any trouble getting her treated.  She called her mom and
told her what had happened.  She told her that she was fine and I was
taking care of her.  She wanted to take off work and come down but Courtney
told her she was fine and would see her when she got home from work.
   They put us in beds that were separated by a curtain and I heard her
tell the nurse that she wanted to be able to see me.  The nurse asked her
if she was sure and she was.  When they took the curtain back she smiled
over at me.  "Hi," she said.  "I think we're neighbors."
   I laughed.  "Tell me about Courtney while we wait to be tortured," I
said.
   She told me she was a senior, she went to the career center half the day
for nursing and she wanted to be a Physician's Assistant.  She was good at
the pole vault, but not good enough to make state last year.  She had a
boyfriend, but didn't know if she was going to keep him.  She was the
president of her class and planned to go to the local junior college when
she graduated in two months.  She asked me what I did and I told her I was
a writer.  She asked me if what kind of writing I did.  I told her that I
had published three fiction books.  It turned out that she had read two of
them, but since I write under a pen name she didn't know it was me.  I told
her I also wrote erotic fiction, mostly for my own amusement, but several
of my stories were online.
   She was very intrigued about that.  I gave her the website where I keep
them and she told me she was going to read them.
   "They're very explicit," I warned her.  "You may be shocked."
   "I like being shocked," she said.  We didn't talk any more about that
because the doctor came in and looked us over.  We both got several
anesthetic shots and they probed around, trying to clean the puncture
wounds.  We both got stitches and they cut us loose with prescriptions for
pain medication, antibiotics and steroids.  I kidded her about performance
enhancing drugs and she laughed.  She could get around a lot better than me
since her damage was on her arm and she let me lean on her on the way to
the car.  Luckily, it was my left leg so I could drive.  It was six thirty
by the time we got out and I asked her if she wanted to grab a burger.  She
did, but she didn't have any money with her.  I told her it was on me since
she got bit on my sidewalk.  That made her laugh and she agreed.  We talked
girl stuff while we ate.  She asked me if I was married or had a boyfriend.
I told her I didn't really have a boyfriend.  I had a couple of fuck
buddies.  One was a man and one was a woman.  She looked a little shocked
at that, but she didn't say anything.
   When we finished our burgers I took her home.  Her mom came out to the
car and she was very grateful when she heard the story.  She was an older
version of Courtney.  Her hair was dyed blonde and she had that same tight
little body as her daughter.  Her name was Cloe and she owned a hair salon.
She offered to do my hair for free.  I asked her if she was any good at
afros and she laughed.  "No, I don't get much of a chance to work on black
hair, but I'd like to try." Courtney came and leaned in the window.  She
hugged me and kissed my cheek.
   "Would you care if I came over sometime?" she asked.  "Do you know
anything about pole vault?"
   I didn't but I know about running and I told her I could probably help
her with her approach.  I had done some high jumping, long jump and triple
jump.  She promised to text me and see when I wasn't busy.  Her lips were
close to my ear and she whispered.  "I'm going to read your stories," where
her mom couldn't hear.
   Sure enough, she texted me on Friday and asked if I was busy Saturday
evening.  I had a date, but I wasn't crazy about the guy or the idea of
going out with him anyway.  I'll go out with nearly anyone once.  This was
the second time he had asked be and I wasn't feeling the vibe.  I called
him and canceled.  He wasn't too happy so I told him to fuck off
permanently.  I texted Courtney and asked her if she would eat dinner with
me.  She sent me a smiley face and I started thinking about what would
happen.  One of my favorite fantasies is about fucking a white teenage
girl. Courtney was what I had in mind when I fingered my pussy to orgasm
that night.  I realized it was probably just a fantasy.  She was probably
completely straight.  She wouldn't be interested in a 27 year old black
woman anyway.  The thought of that sweet little face and those firm little
teenage titties made my pussy so wet I had to change the sheets.
   She came over around five and I had dinner set to be ready at five
thirty.  She sat at the bar in the kitchen and chattered while I put the
finishing touches on.  She was a very vocal girl and I loved hearing the
sound of that sweet little voice.  She told me about school and how her
nursing program was going.  I gave her the plot of my latest book and she
couldn't wait to read it.  We sat at the kitchen table and ate.  I asked
her if she wanted a glass of wine.  She wasn't old enough, but I don't give
a shit about that.  It's always seemed to me like kids old enough to vote,
get married and be drafted should be old enough to drink if they want to.
She took the wine and we ate.  She poured refills about two thirds through
dinner and again before dessert.  She was a little giggly when we took our
hot fudge brownies to the sofa.  She had a little drip of chocolate on her
chin when we finished the brownies.  I reached out and wiped it off with my
thumb.  I caressed her cheek and she smiled up at me.  Her skin was baby
soft under my fingers.  I licked off the chocolate, making a little
production out of it.
   She was blushing and I wondered why.  "I read some of your stories," she
said.  "I've never read anything like that in my life.  There were several
types of stories I liked.  Some were too violent for me.  They just seemed
like they were designed to make people cum as quickly as possible.  The
ones I liked the best were where people realized some hidden desire they
always had but were too afraid to explore.  Do you really do the things you
write about?"
   "No, most of them are just fantasies," I told her.  "I do want to do all
of them that don't involve violence.  The rape stuff is just for a good
wank."
   "I'm a little confused," she said.  "A lot of your stories seem like
they involve girl on girl stuff.  Are you a lesbian, Oz?"
   I laughed.  "Most people wonder if I'm a wizard.  No, I'm not a lesbian,
Courtney.  I like beautiful people.  They turn me on whether they're male
or female.  I like sex.  As long as I'm attracted to them, I don't much
care if they're boys or girls."
   "Are you attracted to me?" Courtney asked.
   "How could I not be?" I asked.  "You're as cute as a kitten, you're fun
to hang out with and you're a track girl.  All those things are attractive
to me."
   "Would you make love with me?" she asked.
   "Do you want me to?" I asked her.
   "Maybe," she said.  "I think you're gorgeous, Oz.  You have the most
fantastic legs and butt I've ever seen.  You have big firm boobs and your
face is to die for.  You make me laugh all the time and you are an amazing
cook."
   "What would make up your mind?" I asked.
   "How much nerve I have," she said.  "I really never thought about making
love to another woman until I read your stories.  They made me wet.  Your
women characters seem so gentle and tender with each other.  I like guys,
but they're kind of rough in my experience.  All they seem to care about is
getting their rocks off."
   "You have a limited experience with men, Courtney," I told her.  "I know
men that care deeply about how their partner feels.  They make sure you get
off before they even think about themselves.  High school boys mostly think
with their cocks.  It takes men a while to grow up.  Can I kiss you,
honey?"
   She blushed and nodded.  I pulled her toward me and took out a couple of
pins from her hair.  It came tumbling down around her shoulders and I
tasted her lips.  She tasted like wine, chocolate and fresh girl.  Her lips
were full and very soft and I pulled the puffy lower one inside, closing my
teeth gently on it and stretching it a little.  I let it slip away and
kissed her aggressively, parting her lips and feeling her little pointed
tongue dueling with mine.  I pushed her back over on the sofa until we were
lying down, our breasts rubbing together and the thigh of my uninjured leg
between her thighs.  She had on a small pair of denim shorts and I had on
equally short lycra.  Our pussies were against thighs and I could feel our
skin touching.  She felt warm and soft under me and we continued to kiss. I
brought my hands down to the edge of her t-shirt and slid them inside.  She
felt like silk under my fingers, hard muscles under a plush surface.  I
could feel the ridges of her abs and I slid the shirt up under her breasts.
It hung on those little teenage titties for a minute and when it slipped I
could feel a little lacy bra underneath.  She raised her arms and sat up a
little so I could slip it over her head.  Her bra was black and it hooked
in the front.  Those firm little breasts popped out when I unhooked it and
I drew it up and over her arms.  She was amazing to look at, just a little
erotic doll and she made me so horny I wanted to explode.  Her breasts were
so firm they were nearly hard, perfect little cones; the tips entirely
covered by slightly puffy brown areola and capped with tiny brown and very
erect nipples.  When I bent and took one inside my lips, my tongue flipping
the little tip, she went wild.
   "Oz!  Oh my God, Oz, oh God; that feels so good."
   Her fingers clutched at my hair, pulling me into the firm little mound
as she arched her back toward me.  She was cuming!  I guess the combination
of her youth and inexperience, the taboo of being with another girl and my
not inconsiderable skill at knowing how to make a woman feel pleasure must
have been overwhelming to her.  As I switched to the other little nipple
she continued to cum, gasping my name until the spasms faded into just
pleasure.  I laved those little cones with attention until I felt her hands
tentatively moving over my boobs.  She seemed to like the way they felt and
she pinched my nipples.  I felt her trying to pull my top up and I helped
her by pulling it over my head.  I wasn't wearing a bra and her fingers
sank into my tits as she explored.
   I pressed our breasts together and rubbed nipples with her.  The
contrast between our skin colors was beautiful and her small breasts
against my larger ones painted an erotic picture of youth and maturity.  I
moved up so I could feed her a nipple and her lips latched on like a baby.
It felt incredibly good and I half smothered her, pressing first one and
then the other breast into her eager lips.  I stood up and led her to a
futon so we could get more room.  When I pulled her down on top of me, she
followed eagerly and we kissed.  I let my hands wonder, easing between us
so I could undo the snap and zipper of her shorts.  They were loose anyway
and with the waist undone I could slip my hands inside, up under her
panties so I could play with her hard little ass.  It felt incredible.  The
skin was soft as tissue and there was iron underneath.  I ran my fingers
down the downy soft cleft of her ass and underneath, feeling for the heat
and moisture below.  It was hard to reach and I rolled her over, pulling
her shorts and panties off, leaving her beautifully bare.  She had more
fluff down there than I expected.  I'm shaved bare and most women are these
days.  She was the exception.
   It was very soft and springy under my touch and I tugged at stray curl,
making her giggle.  When my lips nipped at her mons she began to moan in
anticipation.  By the time I parted the curls and found the little pink
lips inside she was panting and when I slid my tongue inside she began to
tremble.  Her hips were moving under me as she arched toward my pleasure
giving tongue.  When my tongue parted the lips and found the little nubbin
hidden inside the trembling grew pronounced and she began to urge me on.
   "Oh, Oz; I can feel it.  Something... something's happening!  Oh, my
God, Oz; no one... I've never... oh God, oh God, keep doing that!"
   Nothing could have made me stop at that point.  I was going to blow this
little girl's mind.  If I did it right, maybe she would want more and we
could become fuck buddies.  I could easily spend the next ten or twenty
years between these thighs.  I liked her a lot and she would make a great
little fuck toy.  I pressed her little clit firmly with my tongue spread
wide and she shuddered.  When I pulled it inside my mouth and flipped it
with a pointy tongue she went off like a rocket.  I circled the base and
grazed it with my teeth and she convulsed with pleasure as her voice rose
to a small scream.  When I inserted a finger she exploded all over again. I
pumped the finger inside her and eased up on her clit.  I knew from
experience that it would rapidly become over sensitized but she could keep
cuming on my finger.  I gave her two and curled my index finger up to find
her g-spot.  When I found the fleshy little pad I thought she was going to
get away from me.
   She groaned deep inside and her hips bucked like a wild thing.  Her
little body was wracked with shuddering spasms as she came again and again.
It was now almost continuous as she bucked under me and I kept it up until
I thought she was going to pass out.  Her eyes began to roll back in her
head and I eased off so she could recover a little.  She continued to
quiver and I could feel her little pussy contracting in aftershocks on my
fingers.  I took one out and let her rest with just my index finger in her.
When her breathing began to slow I took that one out to and fed it to her.
She seemed to like her taste.  I know I did.  I moved up over her and
squished her little titties with mine.  She kissed me tenderly for a long
time before collapsing back on the futon.
   "Jesus Christ, Oz," she said.  "You nearly killed me.  I've never cum
like that before in my life!"
   "Your boyfriend hasn't ever gone down on you, has he?" I asked.
   "No, we've only fucked twice.  It's hard to find a decent place when you
live with your parents.  Something always interrupts us and he doesn't have
any more experience than I do.  I think he's kind of like those teenage
boys you were telling me about.  He thinks with his cock.  Can I do that to
you, Oz?"
   "I'd love for you to," I said.  "It's ok if you don't want to.  I had
fun doing you."
   "No, that wouldn't be right," she said.  "Besides, I want to; I want to
make you cum like you did me."
   She was very enthusiastic, if not very skilled.  She really didn't
understand the subtle nuances of eating pussy, but that was a turn on in
itself.  There's something about innocence that is hugely erotic.  Just
knowing that my pussy was the first she had ever tasted and my breasts were
the first she had ever kissed made me hot as a firecracker.  I guided her
and she set my clit on fire with that little tongue.  I came like a bomb
and she remembered the finger trick I had used on her.  She kept me cuming
for a long time before she let me come down.  I pulled a throw over us and
we took a nap with my new little lover in my arms.  We made love again
before she had to go home and she promised to text me whenever she got an
evening without homework.  The first track meet was that Thursday and she
hung out with me between events.  I gave her a few tips about her pole
vault approach and she took second.
   She came over Friday and I introduced her to my favorite toy.  She had
never used a vibrator before and we wore each other out with it.  She was
incredible fun and I think she thought I was too.  She came over Sunday
afternoon and we fucked again.  I got her a silver locket with an action
picture of her pole vaulting on one side and one of me setting the state
100 meter record on the other.  "We'll change it when you win your first
meet," I told her.
   She had a busy week and I only saw her once at a meet, but she texted me
every day and called me twice.  We went out to eat Friday night and she
came home with me to spend the night.  I was curious about her boyfriend
and I asked her if she thought he might like to join us.
   "No, I wouldn't even know how to ask him," she said.  "I think I'm going
to dump him.  He's a freshman at college this year and I've been hearing
things.  I think he's fucking the cleat chasers up there.  I do have a
girlfriend I wouldn't mind fucking.  What would you think about me bringing
her over?"
   "How old is she?" I asked.
   "She's a senior too," Courtney said.  "Her name is Vera.  She's this
super-hot brunette.  She doesn't have a boyfriend right now."
   "Ok, I'll play along," I told her.  "What would you think about me
inviting a friend sometime?"
   "If you'll help me fuck Vera I'll do it," she said.
   I invited them out Friday night for a girl's night out.  We went to a
play and then I took them to a little place I know for pizza.  It's a bar,
but they got their hands stamped with a big M for minor.  They have a wood
fired pizza oven and we ate wings and great pizza.  Vera was one of the
prettiest girls I've ever seen.  It was hard to believe she was eighteen.
She looked more like sixteen.  She had long, straight brown hair down to
the middle of her back, huge brown eyes, a cute little nose and a full
mouth with very kissable lips.  She wasn't as sexy as Courtney, but she was
absolutely beautiful.  In many ways she was the typical teenager.  She said
"like" way too much and her speech was sprinkled with texting
abbreviations. Her head was filled with all sorts of left wing nonsense but
she was very sweet.  She was really a very cute piece of fluff, but
tremendous eye candy.  She had a chance to grow up to become a serious
person if she could be persuaded not to take herself so seriously.
   The bar had a band and I talked Vera into dancing with me.  She thought
it was very daring and cutting edge and she plainly liked to think of
herself as being on the bleeding edge.  We all danced with some guys and
the girls were having the time of their lives.  I asked Courtney to spend
the night and she pretended to be reluctant unless Vera stayed.  They both
called home and told their parents they were staying with me.
   We had to leave about eleven because of them being minors.  I took them
home and we drank wine and shopped online for jewelry.  I told them I would
buy them one item and we had a blast picking it out.  I showed them my
Amazon page where they sold my books.  Vera was very impressed.  She wanted
to be a literature major in college and write herself.  She asked me about
getting started and I told her I had started with erotic literature and I
still wrote it.  Courtney pretended to be surprised and asked me what I was
working on now.  I pulled up a story I was working on.  It was a
post-apocalyptic story of a man and two women trying to survive after an
economic collapse in America.  They became lovers and I scrolled down to
where the two girls first began to discover their passion for one another.
Courtney leaned against me and read aloud.  Both girls were feeling pretty
good from the two bottles of wine we had finished and I pulled Vera down on
my lap while Courtney read to us.  She was very slender and soft and the
three of us cuddled together while Courtney's sweet voice filled our minds
with the erotic images of two girls making love.  I began to stroke Vera's
arm.  She had on a long black dress and a knitted cover over her bare
shoulders and arms.  It slowly slid down until all that smooth, flawless
bare skin was in front of me.  I stroked her arms and shoulders and she
leaned back into me and idly caressed my hand as I ran it over her.  She
shivered a little and I had to taste her.  My lips grazed the small wispy
hairs on the back of her neck and she got goose bumps.  Courtney was now
stroking her other arm and Vera leaned her head against my shoulder and
looked up at me.  Her eyes were liquid pools and she raised her face toward
mine so I could kiss her.  Her lips were a dream of softness and she tasted
like wine and young girl.  I ran my hand up her slender form and felt a
hard little breast swell under my fingers.  I felt a hand slide across mine
and looked down to see Courtney fondling her other breast.  Vera was
squirming now and I stopped kissing her long enough to whisper "bed" to
them.  Vera stood up and held out her hand to me.  I steered them down the
hall to my bedroom, my arms over their shoulders and our hands all over one
another.
   I heard the zipper of Vera's dress sliding down as we entered the
bedroom and watched as Courtney's little hand slid inside over the smooth
skin inside.  I helped her slide Vera's dress down over slim hips and she
stood gracefully between us, little black bikini panties the only thing
covering her nakedness.  She was youthful perfection, her breasts fuller
than Courtney's but with that same hard firmness that only the fit and
young are blessed with.  We undressed Courtney and both girls turned their
attention to me.  Their little white hands on my big dark breasts made a
very erotic contrast.  We tumbled into bed, giggling with seeking lips and
touching hands.  Vera didn't keep her panties long.  She was as bare as a
baby underneath and Courtney and I double teamed her.  She was plainly what
we both wanted and she writhed under our attention.  She was long and thin
and just reaching that blush of womanhood; her body curved and lush but not
in full bloom.  She would be as stunning in five years as she was then.  In
twenty years, with the right diet and exercise she would still turn heads.
   Courtney was devoting her attention to Vera's lips, moving down to make
love to her breasts and that left her virginal little pussy to me.  Her
lips were fat and full, inside they were a delicate pink flower that I
loved with my lips and tongue.  Her voice was sweet and light as she gave
tongue to the feelings sweeping over her.  She was not as explosive as
Courtney was, her orgasms were long and caused her to tremble and shudder.
She came non-stop with my finger inside her and Courtney's lips attached to
first one nipple, then her lips or the other nipple.  She had the most
exquisite nipples I have ever seen.  They weren't large but they were
longer than either mine or Courtney's.  They were a rose pink and I
couldn't wait to get my lips on them.  When she could stand no more she
rested for a while as Courtney dove into my pussy, sending shivers through
me.  I pulled her around until I could return the favor and Vera rejoined
the party, her gorgeous face looking up at me with a fat little brown
nipple in her mouth.  Courtney was improving her skills and she was very
adventurous, even sliding one finger inside my ass while two others probed
my pussy and her tongue sent me over the edge, tickling my clit between her
lips.  She lost concentration as she reached her own orgasm and Vera moved
to kiss her when she heard her moans of joy.
   We collapsed in a tangled heap of girl, hands caressing as only girls
know how.  Gentle touches that soothe and affirm as I luxuriated in the
feel of my two little lovers.  They sandwiched me between them and Courtney
whispered in my ear.  "Thank you Oz.  I'll always love you."
   My heart melted as she kissed me and I pulled Vera into the embrace.  We
slept occasionally, one or the other of them waking me up or me waking them
up until nearly five in the morning.  I lost count of the number of times
some little tongue or hand had made me cum.  I know neither girl beside me
could keep track.  When I woke up again it was 10:30 and I was spooned up
against Vera with one beautiful little nipple under my hand.  Courtney was
wrapped around me from behind and it was like being immersed in beautiful
girl.  I gave the nipple a gentle pinch and Vera opened her eyes.  It took
her a moment to adjust and she smiled up at me.
   "Thank you, baby," I told her.  "You were amazing.  Please tell me we
can do it again."
   She kissed me.  "Oh God yes, Oz.  That was like the most amazing night
of my life.  I want to do it again next weekend.  Do you think I could come
over after school sometimes without Courtney?  I want you to myself
sometimes."
   "Yes, baby; me too.  Courtney comes over without you too.  I'll fuck
either one of you any chance I get.  Even if you don't want to fuck, just
come over and hang out sometimes.  We can talk about writing, boys, and all
kinds of things."
   "Are you interested in boys, Oz?" she asked.  "I thought you were a
lesbian."
   "Not at all," I told her.  "Well, I like girls too, but I just love to
fuck.  I don't care who it's with.  I especially like to fuck someone
that's as sweet and gorgeous as you.  Would you like to fuck a guy with
me?"
   "I don't know, Oz," she said.  "I'm pretty careful about that.  Most
guys are just tools.  I've fucked a couple, but it wasn't like with you and
Courtney.  I'm attracted mostly to men, I'm just having a really hard time
finding one that's worth my time.  If you know of one I'll fuck him, but
only if you're there.  Don't try to set me up with one.  I don't want
anyone local either.  I just don't need that kind of drama and I'm not
interested in a long relationship right now."
   We woke Courtney up and we showered together.  We all three were loved
into orgasm before we got out and I took them to Cracker Barrel for
breakfast.  We agreed to spend the night at my house again next Saturday.
When we got home Courtney had to get going.  She kissed us, told Vera she
would see her at school, me that she would see at the track meet Tuesday
and left.  Vera lingered a while.  I gave her an autographed copy of my
latest book and she asked if she could come over Thursday after school if
nothing came up.  I told her to text me and that I would be happy to have
her anytime.
   Over the next couple of months we became very close.  We fucked
constantly and in every combination.  They used my house when I went back
to visit my Mom for a weekend and they spent it together.  I figured they
would move on to other relationships after they graduated.  They were
getting ready for college and I was very surprised when they decided to go
to the same school.  They rented an apartment together and made me promise
to stay with them or let them come and stay with me every weekend.  This
was beginning to look like a long term relationship and I decided to shake
things up a little.  My friend Perry from Chicago was going to be in town
for the weekend and I invited him over Saturday evening.  I told him I had
a surprise for him and that I would text him when he should come over.  He
is the owner of a truly big cock and I was going to give the girls a taste
of what a real man could do for them.
   We smoked a little weed that evening and I cooked for Courtney and Vera.
We drank beer and listened to music until Courtney got horny and decided
she needed to undress me.  That got Vera going too and I sent Perry the
text.  I told him to come on in and do whatever he thought might look fun.
I'm sure he was mystified, but he was a good sport.
   We were rolling around on the rug in front of the fireplace naked when
he got there.  Courtney was under attack from both of us girls and it must
have been quite a sight.  Perry is a slim, very dark black man.  He is a
runner, which is how we first met.  He has the hardest ass I've ever seen
and a huge ten inch cock that can stay hard for hours given the right
motivation.  I figured two eighteen-year-old drop dead gorgeous white girls
would do the trick.  He has been in love with me for years.  He's asked me
to marry him twice, but I'm not ready for that.
   Neither girl saw him come in and he just stood there with his mouth open
for a minute.  It didn't take him long to see the picture.  Vera was
kneeling with her beautiful round ass in the air, licking Courtney's pussy
and I moved around to insert a finger inside her tight little pussy from
behind.  She moaned and wiggled her ass and I saw Perry strip like a
tornado had taken his clothes.  He joined me behind Vera and I pulled her
knees out so that she was lying flat, her legs spread wide and that
fantastic little pink pussy arched up to give me access.  I took Perry in
my mouth and bobbed up and down a few times.  He really didn't need the
encouragement but I got him nice and wet.  Vera was dripping wet herself
and I move up over her to reach around and get hold of those marvelous pink
nipples.  He eased in behind her and I helped line him up.
   Vera didn't notice what was going on for a minute or two.  When he
slipped the head of that monster cock inside her little pussy she groaned.
"Jesus Christ, Oz; do you have a new toy?  That's over the top big!  It's
like huge!  Oh my God, Oz; I don't think I can take it."
   "Welcome to the big leagues, baby," I told her.  "It's not me though.  I
brought a friend."
   She twisted around trying to see what was going on but Courtney had her
locked between her little brown thighs and Perry had six inches in her
before she got a chance to see him.
   "This is my friend Perry," I told her.  "He loves me, he's not local and
he's clean.  You said you'd try a man if I could find the right guy.  You
told me that too, Courtney.  He's gentle, he's big and he's going to make
you both cum a hundred times.
   Vera was nearly in a state of panic.  "No, don't let him, Oz!  I'm not
on the pill.  I can't get pregnant.  Please Oz, don't do this; I'm begging
you."
   "Perry had a vasectomy 5 years ago," I reassured her.  "I'm not on the
pill either and he's fucked me a dozen times.  I promise he's safe and
clean."
   She relaxed a little but she was struggling with the size of that
monster cock.  "My God," she gasped.  "It's huge.  I don't think I can take
it.  I wasn't kidding!  Oh my God, oh my God, it's so big.  Please Perry,
not so fast; give me a chance to get used to it.  Not from behind like
this, it goes too deep!  Let me turn over.  Help me, Oz."
   Courtney sat up and I made Perry pull out so Vera could turn over.  When
he saw these two girls together his jaw dropped.  "Fuck me!" he exclaimed.
"Damn, girls; I can't believe this.  How old are you?"
   "Eighteen," there was a duet.  "Holy Christ," he said.  "You girls are
the most beautiful girls I've ever seen!  Actually there are three of the
most beautiful girls I've ever seen.  Oz, where did you find these gorgeous
girls?  My God, what a sight."
   "The neighbor's dog bit Courtney," I told him.  "I helped her and she
found Vera.  These are my lovers, Perry.  I love them and you're going to
be very good to them.  They don't have much experience and you're going to
show them what a real man is like.  They've just fucked a couple of boys,
me and each other.  You're going to be very gentle with them, you're not
going to hurt them and we're all going to fuck tonight."
   "Oz, you know I love you," he said.  "Girls, I've asked her to marry me
twice.  I see why she won't.  She's got you.  I swear I'm going to make
this a night to remember."
   "Hi, Perry," Courtney said.  "God you've got a huge dick." She watched
in awe as she saw it disappearing inside Vera.  She was astounded that Vera
was able to take any of that huge shaft, much less what she had inside her.
Vera was much too distracted to finish the job she had been doing to
Courtney.  Courtney sat up.  Now that Vera was on her back we had an
opportunity to get to her nipples, breasts and clit.  I thought she was
going to lose her mind under the influence of Courtney's fingers on her
clit, my lips on her nipples and Perry's huge cock filling her so far
beyond anything she had ever experienced.  Her pale skin, light pink
vaginal lips and tiny body were such an erotic contrast with Perry's
charcoal rod that I could nearly explode just looking.  She was well on the
way to taking all of that huge cock I thought she would be able to.  Sure
enough, I saw her wince and Perry froze in place.  "I'm sorry, baby," he
told her.  I didn't realize that was the bottom."
   The look on her face was indescribable.  She's such a beautiful girl
just in ordinary situations, but when she has that euphoric look of being
about to cum, she is transcendent.  If you could capture that look on film
it would launch a thousand ships.  That's the problem with pornographic
movies.  Try as they might they can't capture that pure exaltation of an
eighteen-year-old girl cuming for her lover.  A few that can get amateur
lovers to fuck in front of a camera come close.  Fake screams and vacant
eyes don't do it for me.  Vera was glory in motion, her sweet little moans
rising and she came harder than I'd ever seen her.  Typically, she cums for
a long time but not with the intensity that either Courtney or I
experience. That was certainly not the case then.  She blew up like a bomb.
   "Oh, oh, oh sweet Jesus," she moaned.  "Oh my God, Oz; I'm cuming; I'm
cuming so hard.  Courtney, stop!  It's too much!  Fuck me Perry; just like
that.  That's it, I'm cuming again.  Ah, ah, fuck, Jesus Christ!"
   She continued to cum and I could tell Perry was on the edge too. 
Courtney reached in between them and I could see her little hand milking
Perry's balls and he was cuming.  He slowed to a stop and when he pulled
out there was a rush of cum dripping out of Vera.  It was very sexy and I
quickly moved to lick it up.  Vera came again when she felt my tongue
inside her and I looked down to see Courtney with her lips wrapped around
Perry's half soft cock.  It didn't stay like that long and as she continued
to blow him it swelled back to its full dimensions.
   "I've got to try that," Courtney said.  "I've never had anything close
to that size, Perry.  Easy with me, big boy."
   She pushed him over on his back and slotted his cock in her little pink
slit.  Vera pulled me over her so she could lick my clit and I came
watching Courtney's expression as she lowered herself down on that fat
black cock.  She looked so tiny and sexy, bouncing up and down on Perry,
her firm little tits jiggling a little as she rode him.  It didn't take her
long to cum, screaming as she took all of that huge cock into her little
teen pussy.  She collapsed and they rested for a minute.  Both girls seemed
to think it was my turn and they pushed and rolled me until I was riding
Perry in a reverse cowboy.  I had forgotten how big he was and how good he
was with that monster cock.  I came a dozen times before he unloaded inside
me.
   We ended up fucking all night.  We all came a hundred times and as the
night was giving way to dawn we sent Perry back to his motel and went to
sleep together.  We slept until the afternoon and when I woke up the girls
were still asleep.  We shared a joint and went out for a late lunch.  The
girls were a little sore from the unaccustomed huge cock in their little
pussies.  We fucked once Sunday and they went back to school.
   Tuesday evening they showed up unannounced and fucked me silly.  They
didn't pay much attention to each other, targeting me between them until I
was a wreck.  They seemed to want to talk to me about something, but it was
like they were working up their nerve.  I finally got tired of dancing
around and asked them what they wanted.
   Vera seemed to be the spokesperson.  "Oz, you know Courtney and I love
you, right?"
   "Of course I know, baby.  Why do you ask?"
   "Well, we've been talking and we don't like you being thirty miles away
from us all week.  We were wondering if you would be willing to move in
with us while we're in college.  We want to come back here after school
this summer and move in with you.  We both think we want to spend the rest
of our lives together and we won't be happy without you.  You've been
something to us both that we never expected to happen."
   I didn't know what to say.  "What brought this on?" I asked.
   Courtney looked up at me with tears in her eyes.  "I love you, Oz; I'm
in love with you.  So is Vera.  You're like our big sister that we depend
on to teach us things.  We thought we were lesbians until you brought Perry
over.  You showed us that we're not.  We just want to always be with you.
You're so beautiful and so mature and sexy."
   "So, will you come and stay with us during the week?" Vera asked.
   "I will on one condition," I told her.
   "What?" they both asked.
   "Vera can't say `like' for one whole week," I said.
   She went into a fit of giggling.  "Hey, I'm a white girl," she said. 
"You're taking away half my vocabulary." She kissed me and we talked a
little more.
   "Where is this going, girls?" I asked.
   Vera didn't know.  "I love you both," she said.  "I don't know what's
going to happen.  I may meet some guy that I fall in love with and marry
him.  He's going to have to accept that I want to be with you two
sometimes. I don't have any plans.  I love where I am and don't plan to
move anywhere.  I'm eighteen and I've got the rest of my life to decide."
   Courtney was a little different.  "I know what I want," she said.  "I
love you Oz.  I love you too, Vera, but I'm in love with Oz.  I loved
fucking Perry and if he comes down again I'll fuck him again.  That's what
it is for me though: fucking.  I only make love with you two.  If Vera
meets that guy, that's fine with me, but I'm already in love and that won't
change.  Do you love me, Oz?"
   "Yes, baby, I do," I told her.  "I've never been happier.  I'll fuck
other people, especially with you girls, but I won't make love to them. 
Let's just roll and see what happens."
   We spend the week in their apartment at college and weekends at my
house. Vera hasn't met that boy yet and she hasn't shown any signs that she
will.  She doesn't date anyone but us.  That may change, she's very young,
but it shows no signs that it will.  Courtney spends every spare minute
with me.  She's working at the local hospital part time and getting in some
experience.  I've nearly finished my next book.  I was working on it today
when I felt two little bodies pressing against me and two little white
hands sliding down my shirt to squeeze a breast.  My lovers are home from
the mall.
   
  
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