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Her eyes were shut tight in lustful rapture as she sat astride Greg, knees on either side of him. His cock was impaled deep within her as she rolled her hips. She sighed, savoring the feeling of him turning within her before she slowly lifted herself upward and then back down. Kim arched her back and let out a soft pleasurable moan as she felt every thick vein along his shaft draw out and back in. Her body bowed backward, hands gripping his legs behind her, she braced herself as her tight pussy continued to ride up and down, sinuating over his thick cock. With each movement, she could feel the thick, flared crown of his cock run over her g-spot causing flutters of heat to ripple through her body.
Kim could hear Greg’s labored breathing as he fought to control his rapidly building orgasm. She felt his cock swell within her tight pussy and she knew he was getting close to cumming in her.
“Oh, fuck!” Greg’s voice was husky and muffled.
Teeth bit into one of Kim’s hard nipples. She let out a quick gasp of surprise before she bit her bottom lip. Opening her eyes, she found Stacy grinning up at her. Kim watched as Stacy’s warm, soft lips enclosed the swollen nipple she nibbled upon and sucked it deep into her mouth.
“What..the fuck?” Kim’s head was spinning in a torrid whirlwind trying to figure out what was happening; lost in the pleasure and confusion of the situation. She had thought it was just her and Greg and been surprised when Stacy showed up. In fact, she couldn’t think of how she and Greg started. She was going to tell him what happened. Tell him she had sex with Bret. Tell him she also had sex with Stacy. Admit to her cheating with both of them, on the same day, and then… Well, then she found herself having sex with Greg and now Stacy too.
Kim tried to think but couldn’t overcome the pleasure from Stacy’s ravenous mouth devouring her pert tits or Greg’s cock fucking her. She could feel her orgasm rapidly start to build within. When Stacy started biting her tits she stopped driving her hips up and down. She stopped partly from the confusion but mostly from the shots of searing, electric heat that radiated from each of her tits as Stacy bit into one and then the other. But Greg picked up where Kim left off.
His arms reached up and over Stacy’s thick thighs, hands grasped the ample, soft flesh of her ass, and held her pussy tight against his mouth. Like a rabid dog, he devoured Stacy while his hips thrust upward in powerful, rapid, pistoning strokes into Kim.
Kim’s staccato cries of pleasure filled the room as her body was being wrecked. She gritted her teeth and fought the orgasm welling up within her. She didn’t know how she found herself in this situation and she hadn’t known this was what she wanted. She grew up scolding herself after having these types of depraved thoughts and dreams.
No…No…I don’t…I wouldn’t…But…fucking Bret…then Stacy…now this…FUCK! Her mind fought her body.
Stacy lifted her mouth off Kim’s tit, looked up into her eyes, and said in a sweet, devilish voice, “Don’t fight it. Let go! Give in!”
Kim cried out as her body shook uncontrollably; wave after wave of her orgasm ripped through her body.
After about a minute Kim managed to regain her breath. The room was pitch black as she lay on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She savored the euphoria as her fingers lazily twirled over her clit. Her panties and the sheets were soaked in her cum. She had never experienced a dream as vivid or as pleasurable before. And she still fought against it.
Just a dream. Greg would never be open to that kind of sexual relationship. Shit! Why am I even thinking of that!? I don’t want that either…do I?
Guilt washed over her and cast a cold shadow over the hope she felt for what could be. She grew up being taught to believe in, and aspire to, the perfect monogamous relationship. Sex is only between one man and one woman. Never to be shared. Any polyamorous relationship would destroy a couple’s relationship as well as an individual’s personal and professional life.
But would it really? Why?
Kim stayed awake the remainder of the night fighting the guilt of her promiscuity and the carnal thoughts that pleasurably haunted her.
Late the previous afternoon, cleaning up after fucking each other on the couch, Stacy told Kim she was going to a party with Bret and probably wouldn’t be back until the next day. Stacy invited Kim and said she should bring Greg. But Kim refused and said she needed to talk to Greg first.
“You should definitely talk to Greg about what happened,” Stacy said, dressed now for the party, as she stood inside Kim’s bedroom doorway. “But just know I’m not mad at Bret or you for fucking at your coffee shop. And I know you liked what we shared,” she winked and smiled at Kim as she lay on her bed. “I think if you opened up to a polyamorous relationship with Greg, and stopped torturing yourself with guilt, you’d be a lot happier.” She turned and walked toward the front door. “See you tomorrow,” she yelled as she left.
Shortly after Stacy left, Kim tried calling Greg, but he didn’t answer. She left a message, said she had something serious to discuss, and asked if he could come over. Kim was not a procrastinator and couldn’t leave this unsettled. She followed up her call to Greg with a call to another coworker to take the morning shift at the coffee shop. Then another call to her second job at the law firm telling them she wouldn’t be in tomorrow.
Greg didn’t call back until almost midnight. Kim answered immediately. Greg was obviously still upset from how things ended the other day and spoke tersely but said he would come over in the morning around ten. She fell asleep trying to think about how to tell him and dreading it.
Kim slowly got out of bed as the soft glow of morning light filled her room. She took a shower and made something for breakfast but found she wasn’t hungry and threw it in the trash. For the remaining few hours, she nervously paced around the apartment.
Just before 10am, Greg arrived.
She let him in and, with a nervous awkwardness, trying to regain some part of their past relationship, one last time, she tried to kiss him. He kissed her back but it was cold.
Greg walked past her and into the kitchen. He leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms. “Well, what do we need to discuss?” he asked indignantly.
She shut the door, turned, and slowly walked toward the kitchen. She knotted her hands nervously in front of her as she walked, then quickly rubbed her palms over her thighs, trying to dry her sweaty palms on her jeans.
“I need…” she started to say before he cut her off.
“You didn’t need me, your own personal DoorDash, to bring you breakfast, did you?” His voice was callous. “Because you didn’t ask and I’m done doing that. Do you need me to do something else for you?” He raised his tone of voice as his hands gestured in anger.
Kim’s eyes opened wide in shock. She didn’t expect him to come at her like that. She stopped and stood in place. She tried to talk over him, “I need to tell…” But she couldn’t as he continued with an even louder voice. She was beginning to get angry back at him.
“You need! You need me to do a lot of shit! Well, what about stuff I need?”
“I asked you to help me out. Sure, food now and then. But I asked you to do things that should not be too much trouble for somebody that truly does care about the other person!”
“I needed you but you were too busy for me!” He pushed himself off the counter, took a few steps toward Kim, and stood before her. “So, guess what I did since you were too busy for me?”
Kim felt like she had just been punched in the stomach. Anger and jealousy took over. She knew what was coming next.
As Kim and Greg stared in anger at each other, Stacy burst through the front door.
“You two need to really chill the fuck down. I can hear you two yelling way down the hall.” Stacy waved one hand up and down, trying to signal them to calm down, as she dropped her purse on the hallway floor, and walked up to them. She still wore the same dress she had on last night when she left, but it and her hair were disheveled.
As she approached them, they both said, at the same time:
Kim: “I haven’t even told him I cheated yet!”
Greg: “I haven’t even told her I cheated yet!”
They both pursed their lips, eyes wide, as their faces flared red in shock and anger. Both opened their mouths and were ready to continue yelling at each other when Stacy slipped between them. She brought one hand up to cover Greg’s mouth, to quiet him, as her lips enclosed Kim’s. Her tongue languidly stroked in and around Kim’s mouth while she pulled her in against herself. Her large breasts spilled out over the top of her dress as they kissed.
Kim’s eyes opened wider, then narrowed and softly shut as her muffled yelp turned into a sensuous moan. Her tense body melted into Stacy’s embrace. Her hands came up to tenuously run over Stacy’s flared hips. She could smell alcohol and sex coming off her, and it awakened the depraved needs she fought to subdue.
“What the…” Greg’s shocked voice was muffled behind Stacy’s hand. His head started to spin as his cock surged and jutted against his pants. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing; something he quietly imagined and lusted over. He never mentioned it to anyone but masturbated to it most nights — watching Kim and Stacy make out — and, he hoped, have sex.
Was this who she cheated on me with? Was that why she didn’t have sex with me most nights? Because she preferred her roommate? These questions played through his mind as Stacy pulled herself back from Kim and turned to face him.
Stacy dropped the hand she held over his mouth and rubbed it over his straining cock. She closed the distance between them.
Greg could feel the heat from her tits, stomach, and hand as she pressed herself up against him. His breath caught in his chest as she brought her mouth up to his. His feet shuffled back until he was again pressed up against the kitchen counter. He gripped the edge of the counter and grunted as Stacy gripped his heavy balls in her hand.
“Where are you going, Greg?” Stacy’s voice simmered in a whisper loud enough for Kim to hear. “You weren’t shy last night…when you fucked me.” Her tongue slid quickly over his lips before kissing him and driving into his mouth. She stroked the length of his cock in one hand while the other pulled his head down into her kiss. He relaxed his grip on the counter and brought his hands around to the small of her back. They rubbed up along her back before they slid back down. His fingers pressed into her soft, round ass, kneaded her full cheeks, and pulled her in against his engorged cock.
What the fuck is happening here?! Kim felt dizzy. Am I dreaming again?! She braced herself with one arm leaning on the top of the kitchen table. Her heart pounded in her ears as images of her dream flashed through her head. All the willpower she had was lost to the hunger and lust within her. With her free hand, she gripped one of her firm, small breasts that rose and fell with each deep breath she took. She dragged her hand across her chest to her other breast. Her thumb and index finger easily found her hard nipple and pinched it; teased and twisted it. Her eyelids fluttered and a small cry escaped her mouth as sharp but gratifying pain shot through her.
Stacy pulled herself away from Greg and looked over her shoulder as she heard Kim’s moans. “Yes! There you go.” She turned and faced Kim. Her hands gathered up the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head. She threw it over into the living room. She wasn’t wearing panties or a bra. “You are both so delicious,” she said and licked her lips as she stepped up to Kim, her pendulous tits shaking slightly with each step.
Greg stood mesmerized by her swaying hips as she walked the short distance away from him. A deep hunger rumbled in his chest as he stroked his cock still held behind his pants.
Kim’s eyes, dark with sin, narrowed as she pushed herself off the table. She cradled Stacy’s heavy tits in her hands and lifted them to her mouth as she bent slightly over. She engulfed one swollen areola and jutting nipple between her lips. Her teeth gnawed gently upon the plush tit. She sucked it deep into her mouth, her tongue twisted and flicked over her nipple.
Stacy grunted as Kim devoured her tits. The fingers of one hand slipped between Kim’s slightly parted thighs. She rubbed them firmly along Kim’s mound.
“Your pussy is so hot and so fucking wet already,” Stacy breathed huskily. “I want to taste you. I want to eat your pussy. I want you to cum in my mouth while you watch Greg fuck me and cum deep inside me.”
Stacy felt Kim’s hips tremor as her hand stroked her cunt and her words stroked her imagination.
Kim’s mouth broke free of Stacy’s tit with a loud pop as she gasped and took in a deep breath. She whimpered as her body shook against Stacy.
“Oh, fuck yes!” Stacy brought her fingers up to Kim’s mouth. “Taste your cum. You came so much you drenched your pants and my hand.”
Kim’s tongue wrapped around Stacy’s fingers and drew them into her mouth. She mewed as she tasted herself.
“Now,” Stacy said as she pushed Kim back gently and pulled her t-shirt off, “I feast upon you.” She pushed Kim back against the edge of the table. Her head dropped over one of Kim’s small tits and bit her hard nipple as her fingers deftly worked to unbutton Kim’s pants.
Greg quickly pulled his shirt and pants off. He stood naked behind Stacy. His thick cock ached as he tempered his boiling lust and let the purple, bulbous head slide over the deep cleft of Stacy’s ass. His hands clasped her hips that jutted slightly toward him as she bent over and lavishly sucked on Kim’s tits.
Kim looked up at the strained passion that creased Greg’s brow.
His eyes looked up into hers.
Stacy pulled Kim’s pants down around her ankles. As she bent down, she slipped out slightly between the two, her head aligned with Kim’s pussy on one side and Greg’s turgid cock on the other. She inhaled deeply just inches from Kim’s glistening and swollen cunt, then slipped two fingers up that tight pussy as she jerked Greg’s cock with her other hand.
Kim’s mouth opened to cry out just as Greg kissed her. His mouth and tongue worked with lascivious hunger as she kissed him back and let out a muffled, impassioned groan.
Stacy’s fingers slipped in and out with the slick, sloshing sounds of Kim’s pussy. She drove her fingers up as high as she could and twirled her thumb over Kim’s hard, protruding clit.
“Fuck…fuck, yes!” Kim gasped after breaking her mouth free.
Greg stood up and twisted one of Kim’s nipples as he watched Stacy intently finger fuck Kim.
Kim frantically kicked the pants off her ankles. “I want your tongue in my pussy. I want to watch him fuck you,” she said through gritted teeth as she pushed her ass up onto the edge of the table.
Stacy grinned wickedly as she stood.
Kim laid back on the table, clasped her hands behind her knees, and pulled them back toward her chest.
Stacy’s legs parted slightly as she thrust her ass back toward Greg. She bent herself over Kim’s exposed pussy and plied her tongue through the swollen lips proffered to her.
Kim’s head was thrown back as she grunted. “Oh…fuck!” she hissed as she drew her head back up and looked directly into Greg’s eyes. She then commanded, “Fuck her! Fuck her hard!”
Greg willingly complied.
Holding Stacy’s ample hips with one hand, and grasping the base of his cock in the other, he drew the thick head of his cock over her puckered asshole and teased the thick lips of her pussy. His precum coated her crevice as he drew his cock up and down between her ass cheeks. Bringing it back down over her pussy, he pressed it forward. Her pussy slowly strained wide around his crowned head, closed tight behind the flared edge, and then gave way to his thick girth. He grasped her hips and guided his cock slowly into her, plowing deep in one long, slow motion.
Stacy moaned as her tongue flicked deep within Kim. She lapped up the thick juice as the fingers of one hand flicked over Kim’s clit.
“That pussy…” he tried to talk but grunted as he felt Stacy’s pussy clasp tight around him.
“Does that…pussy feel good?” Kim panted. “Now fuck it!”
Greg slowly pulled out.
Stacy groaned in need as she felt his veined shaft slide out of her pussy.
He thrust forward. His balls slammed up against her. He pulled his cock out again until the fat head of his cock parted her lips and drove himself back in deep. Again, he drew his cock out and slammed it back into her.
Kim watched as his hips slapped against Stacy causing ripples that rolled over her ass. Stacy’s mouth shoved against Kim’s pussy harder and harder with each of his thrusts. Kim could feel Stacy’s grunts and moans course through her pussy each time he pummeled her.
Three of Stacy’s fingers replaced her tongue and slipped vigorously in and out of Kim’s gushing pussy. Her tongue lapped around Kim’s clit as she sucked it between her teeth.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” Kim cried out.
Greg’s groin grew tight as he felt the intense pressure of his cum build, his balls drawing upward. His cock swelled thicker, an exquisite raging ache, as he continued to fuck her.
He watched Kim’s head thrash back and forth as tortuous pleasure surged through her. She would occasionally try to pull her head up and watch him. She gritted her teeth and bit her lip as she tried to watch and control her own rapidly building orgasm. It didn’t take long before her head was thrown from side to side as she feverishly fought against her climax.
Stacy released Kim’s clit from her mouth and sucked upon the thick lips of her pussy. Juice gushed out around the frantic fingers hammering into Kim’s pussy. She could feel Greg’s cock swell larger and larger after each deep thrust. She knew they were both close to cumming, and so was she. Stacy again sucked upon Kim’s clit. She massaged her tongue over it as she shoved four fingers as deep as she could up Kim’s cunt.
Kim grunted as her body shook. She drew her head up and with dark eyes said, “Cum…cum in her…now!”
Greg lost control. Lost the rhythm he was fucking Stacy with and made one final powerful drive into her.
His final thrust shoved Stacy forward. Her hand impaled deep inside Kim’s cunt as her lips broke free of her clit. She cried out, her legs shaking violently beneath her, as rope after thick rope of his hot cum flooded into her.
Kim’s eyes rolled back. Her mouth gaped open in a silent scream before she finally was able to catch her breath and cry out. Her hands slipped from her knees and thrashed to either side of her as her body convulsed upon the table.
Greg’s cock slipped out of Stacy as she pulled her hand from Kim’s cunt and squatted, resting on her heels. She took Greg’s cock, coated and dripping thick sheets of his and her cum, into her mouth. She worked her mouth over his entire length and sucked off their cum.
His cock now clean, she stood and wiped cum from the side of her mouth. As she walked toward the bathroom she asked, “Now, what were you two fighting about?”
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