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We are laying in bed, and you are curled up behind me, like two perfect spoons.  Your left arm is wrapped around me, and I can feel your breath in my hair.  I am going to tell you a story, one you know well because you were there, but I know you love to hear it told through my eyes, and I feel you harden behind me as I begin to whisper...

I met Michelle in kindergarten.  I don't remember my life before her; she was simply always there.  Even as a child she was athletic, and somewhat of a tomboy, but then, so was I.  She came into my life again when I ran into her at work not long ago.  I didn't remember that she had grown so tall.  She is still incredibly fit, but more than that, it is clear how comfortable she is in her body.  She has a sheer physical presence that is so strong that it makes me heady being close to her, drunk on her essence.  Our attraction was instant; when she embraced me, I was aware of every bone and muscle under my hands.  We exchanged cards and promised to get together for lunch.  One lunch led to another, which led to drinks after work...  

You knew that our friendship had been rekindled, but you didn't suspect the turn that it had taken.  My attraction to Michelle had no effect on how I feel about you, but I couldn't expect you to understand that.  So I continued to see her, and one thing led to another, and we became lovers, in secret.  Michelle didn't know about you either.  Lesbians don't understand bisexuality and don't respect it, they see it as a sellout.  Her respect was important to me.  And I couldn't choose; I loved you both, not that either of you could understand that.
And so one Friday evening you and I went to dinner at my favorite Italian restaurant.  It was an evening of indulgence, including good wine, and I was already playing with you under the table before we left the restaurant.  We went back to my house and my clothes were off before we made it back to the bedroom.  I pushed you lightly on the chest and you fell back on the bed on your back, looking up at me standing over you in my black lace thong and camisole.  I climbed on top of you and straddled you, enjoying the suspense, knowing that you were aching to be inside of me.  I leaned over to kiss you, sliding my warm tongue into your mouth, your hands in my hair as it fell around my face.  You moved your hand lower and slipped your thumb inside to rub my clit for a moment before pulling my thong to the side.  I raised up and slid down on your hard cock in one easy stroke, wet as I was.  I moaned as you slid home -- I am small and tight and you fill me up and split me open, and there is nothing in the world like that feeling.  I started to move, rocking gently back and forth with small motions, teasing you, popping your head in and out behind the rim of my cervix.

That's when I felt my hair grabbed from behind.  I don't know how long she had been there, or how much she had seen, but it was enough.  I saw her face consumed with rage as she pulled me off of you by my hair.  I screamed as I felt it ripping out of my head as she dragged me off the bed, and I fell hard to the floor on my back.  I couldn't see you, but all I could think was that I didn't want you to hurt her, so I called to you to stay out of it.  I only caught a glimpse of her face before she kicked me in the ribs.  The pain was searing, and it hurt so bad to draw the next breath I thought I was going to pass out.  I was in shock and so wounded that she could hurt me like this.  As she drew back to kick me again, I reached up and grabbed the leg that was closest to me, digging my nails into her muscular calf.  She was standing on it and it gave way -- I caught her off balance, and she fell backwards.  I rolled up and quickly climbed on top of her.  I drew my hand back and slapped her face as hard as I could.  I didn't want to hurt her, I just wanted to bring her to her senses, but my hand caught her nose and I saw blood start to well out of it.  I was immediately sorry, but all it did was make her more angry.  She reached up with her knees and squeezed my torso between them.  Her legs were so strong that I lost my breath again, the pressure was so crushing.  She rolled to the side and in a second was on top of me, our positions reversed.  I knew when I looked in her eyes that she wanted to hurt me, as badly as I had hurt her by being with you.  She slapped me again, and I felt the sting on my cheek.  She lost the last shred of control then and started clawing me, catching my cheeks and neck and chest.  I struggled to get my hands up to defend myself but they were trapped between her powerful thighs, and I felt the continuous barrage of her nails tearing into my skin.  I know it only lasted a minute but it seemed like an eternity, and all I could do was cry and beg her to stop.  

The next thing I knew, I felt you grab my hips and raise them off the floor, underneath Michelle's thighs.  I couldn't see you, but with shock I felt your engorged cock slide into me; you were so hard that it was like being impaled by steel.  I opened my eyes to see Michelle's features calm.  She looked down at me, and looking into my eyes, said "I am going to punish you for being an unfaithful little slut."  She climbed off me and turned to look at you, and asked you if you thought that I deserved to be punished.  You nodded almost imperceptibly and pulled out of me.  She dragged me onto my knees, and then pulled me by the hair onto the bed on my belly, making me cry out again.  She barked at you to get on the bed too.  I looked up at you, hoping that you would help me, but I could see that you were angry with me too and I would find no comfort there.  She grabbed me by the hips from behind and pulled me up onto my knees, telling you to get in front of me.  Then she reached down to the floor and snatched your tie off the floor.  She grabbed both of my wrists and pulled them together behind my back, and my face fell to the mattress.  She quickly knotted the tie, and my shoulders immediately began to ache.  Then I heard the jingle of your pants, and I knew she was working your belt out of the loops.  I felt my stomach turn over as I realized what she was going to do.  She said, "Now, suck his cock while I give you the whipping of your life."  She grabbed my shoulder and pulled my chest up off the mattress, raising my face up to your cock.  She told me to open my mouth, and you slid in and down my throat in one hard thrust.  Just then I felt the first hard crack of the belt across the cheeks of my ass, her hand firm on the curve of my lower back to keep me from pulling away from the punishment.  The sensations were overwhelming -- your hard shaft down my throat, the ache in my neck and shoulders, the pain of the leather striking my ass, and the salt of my tears stinging the welts on my face.  I felt defeated and humiliated.  You started pumping in and out of my mouth in long, full strokes, fucking my face mercilessly, while Michelle whipped me in time with your strokes.  I whimpered, and the tears continued to flown down my cheeks, but I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it.  The pain was becoming unbearable when mercifully you pulled your cock out of my mouth and exploded on my face, drenching me, leaving cum dripping off my cheeks and chin, stinging in the open scrapes.  Michelle stopped, and I dared to hope that it was over.  I felt her work loose the knot of the tie, and thankfully felt my arms and shoulders release as I fell to the bed.  I rolled over and looked up at both of you, and it was clear that the emotion and energy was spent.  I knew that you both still loved me, even though it would take a long time for the wounds of the night to heal.  Michelle said that she understood that you could give me things that she couldn't, and you recognized the same thing.  I said that I was sorry, and you both made me promise to be sure that neither of you saw the other, or else.
 

