Thursday had become my usual day off during the week. Saturday was my other day off, and these had also become my usual days for an early dinner or late lunch with the girls, as they insisted I call them. That Thursday, Lindsey and Belinda were supremely irritated with each other, sniping at each other four times in three minutes once they arrived at my table, and shortly after Lindsey went to use the facilities, Belinda said, “Sorry about that. She’s been riding my ass all day, and not in the good way.”
“Have a fight?”
She glared angrily, looked me closely in the eye, seemed to think better of something, and said, “Never mind. She should just suck my cunny and apologize.”
I blinked at that, but Lindsey sat down before I could follow up on the line of questioning that opened and said grimly, “Fuck, I hate being on the rag.”
Belinda smiled sadly, “You and me both.”
“Doesn’t help you’re such a stubborn bitch.”
“Says Queen Bitch of the North.”
“Suck my cunt.”
“You wish.”
They glared at each other for a few seconds and then fell apart cackling. After matters settled down, Belinda said, “Wanna see a movie?”
“I hate paying for theaters.”
“At our place.”
“Oh! Okay… what is it?”
“Old British comedy.”
“Okay. When?”
“When are you free?”
“Any time, I think.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
“I can make arrangements.”
“We wouldn’t want to cause any problems for you.”
“No problems, no.”
“Good, How about tomorrow, assuming we’re not so under the monthly weather?”
“I’m free, yes.”
Lindsey smiled and muttered something about the hot teacher needed to study, and I said, “What was that?”
“Didn’t wanna catch you when you need to study.”
“Uh huh.”
We laughed and Belinda said, “So tell us all about the erotics of pedagogy.”
“There is no such thing. School sucks, but not in a good way.”
They pursued the topic a couple more minutes, but I was not to be drawn out about a silly crush that had faded two months before, and after that, we met for movies and dinner twice a week for the next few months. The whole time I was falling ever deeper in love with both of them, torn between retaining our friendship and ruining it by declaring my desire for either of them, whichever swung her breasts in my direction most recently, and realized I’d simply be shot out of the saddle in either case.
My nights devolved into fevered releases at the latest square inch of skin in the chest area, or the latest tantalizing curve glimpsed around the hip, followed by despair at wasting away pining for them while wasting my seed, and above all, wondering whether they even liked men and despairing that they didn’t. Sexually they talked long and loudly and revealed nothing, and often I flooded my hand to thoughts of them together, then was bedeviled wondering whether they would take the fantasies as their daily bread or as an unspeakably vile imposition.
In any case, they enjoyed my company—sometimes, it seemed, more than they liked each other. “Yeah, suck my cunny,” Belinda repeatedly said angrily to Lindsey, who would respond with something angry in Chinese, and then noticing me they would remember their manners and be nice to me and, usually, each other, as if in a passing irritation and nothing more. When they weren’t looking at me, I devoured their forms with my eyes, occasionally blushing when I caught the other watching me pensively. Some nights I felt as if Lindsey were ripe to fall into my arms, other nights Belinda, and still other nights neither.
I felt pulled this way and that and then abandoned; my dreams were filled with erotic scenes with Belinda as Lindsey scowled above us, or Lindsey as Belinda stormed around in anger, but most of the time I dreamed they danced together away into the distance as I sat there lost and alone. They’re grown women, I thought, and experienced. They know what you’re doing. You mean so little to them they don’t even care about your trivial feelings. They think you’re a clever child, so they keep you around. Forget your lust and just enjoy their company. Then I knew again it wasn’t just lust; I was falling deeply in love with each of them, and it tore me to pieces.
One night about three months after our friendship picked up real steam, we were celebrating Belinda’s promotion to upstairs, which among other things meant they could take annual leave together without worrying about coverage in housewares. Lindsey had been bitching all evening about the incompetent little soft-brained thing that had replaced Belinda, muttering stuff about, “Has the sense nature gave a headless chicken, only clumsier.”
And Belinda growled, “Shut up, that brainless lass will let us go vacay together,” and their rancor escalated briefly and then simmered. Eventually, I was sitting on the floor between them, irritated rather than entertained this time by their never-relenting bitchiness as they cracked wise at the movie on the screen and each other at the same time.
I finally said, “Hey hey now, Attack of the Crab Monsters is a modern classic. Stop spoiling it.”
Belinda swatted Lindsey very loudly and said, “Yeah, stop it.”
“Eat my cunt.”
I muttered loudly enough to make sure they heard me, “‘You wish.’”
And Belinda said, “Huh?”
“Broken record, you two. God, when you two get on the rag, you’re as mean as you are unimaginative.”
They laughed and Lindsey said, “Yeah, you’re right.”
Belinda added in mock surprise, “For once in your life!”
Lindsey stood. “I’d say such a strange event calls for another bottle of wine.”
“Yes, you need to get very drunk with the girls and wake up with a horrible hangover.”
We watched the last twenty minutes of the movie as they plied me with wine and then we started singing very badly and finally all three fell asleep in the living room.
I woke up in the early dawn to see the two curled up together on the couch, Lindsey’s arms around Belinda as they snored, their legs intertwined like lovers. Lindsey’s face was buried in Belinda’s neck, and I remembered them singing love songs to each other in drunken abandon before I passed out, very affectionately and seemingly with years of practice, and suddenly felt bereft. Belinda and Lindsey were clearly never a possibility. I stood up and went to wash my face with water cold enough to start an ice cream headache to draw attention away from the dull pain in my head matching the emptiness in my chest, and I cleaned up the bottles and glasses as coffee brewed.
I was sitting at the kitchen table feeling even more deeply the weird sense of loss of two women I’d never had when Belinda staggered in thirty minutes later. “Good, I was afraid you’d left your shoes and walked home. You weren’t that drunk, I hoped.”
“No. Coffee’s made.”
“I know. I followed the scent. God, my poor head.”
“And you two have work today, right?”
“God, don’t remind me. Not much time, either. We’ll have to shower together to make it on time, and she’s such a bitch in the mornings, especially with a hangover.”
Lindsey walked in and said, “Don’t listen to her. She’s just wretched when she’s hungover.”
“Let me finish this cup and I’ll let you go.”
“Thanks. We’re gonna have a bitch of a day.”
“Yeah, plying us with wine on a weeknight. You’re not nice.”
I chuckled and said, “Indeed.”
I soon left as they staggered back to the bathroom, and Belinda called out, “Come over tomorrow night. We promise we’ll be better company.”
The next night I walked over to their house. By this time they had given me permission to take a short-cut through the alleyway and their backyard, though only after Belinda had tested me to make sure I would avoid her plants. As I passed their living room window, I knocked and they opened the door as I stepped onto the porch. “Getting cold,” I said, and they smiled and invited me in.
They each embraced me quickly and Lindsey said, “Come into the dining room. Dinner is ready. Nothing special, but the movie is a crapfest extraordinaire.”
“Ooh!”
As we sat, Lindsey said, “We’re sorry for being such raging assholes around you. I slapped Belinda around like a fucking beach ball until she agreed to cut it out.” Belinda’s loud swat made Lindsey shout, “Shit, that hurt!”
Belinda grinned evilly, “She promises to stop acting like a spoiled brat around us.”
Lindsey grimaced and then smiled a little too sweetly, “Yes, I’d hate to upstage Belinda’s virtuoso performances.” They looked at each other and laughed.
Belinda said, “Last hurrah. No more of that. Right, Lingxi?”
“Right.”
Belinda added, “We’re just… having trouble seeing eye to eye. Private things.”
Lindsey added, “So we sat down and hashed it out.”
“Long-term plan.”
“And since tonight’s Friday and we actually have a day off tomorrow, we plan to drink ourselves silly celebrating. We do hope you’re up to it.”
“I do have a bit of a thirst, yes.”
We ate and watched a short, very bad bugs from outer space flick from the 50s and then drank wildly, soon singing with more enthusiasm than skill, and when I passed out, they had finished singing “I Got You Babe” in each other’s arms and looked ready to kiss.
I staggered to the bathroom about four to drain the wine and replace it with water, my head sore and my heart twisted in pain as I looked down and saw them again asleep on the couch in each other’s arms. Belinda’s arm was around Lindsey’s waist and her hand between her thighs under her dress; the hem was lifted, but her hand was only just above the knee.
Exhausted and sick at heart, I drank three glasses of water and looked at myself in the mirror, green around the gills and utterly unappetizing, and I shook my head in dismay. I staggered back into the living room and curled up on the floor, my sweater under my head, and dozed in hungover dreams obsessively pursuing a question I clearly didn’t need answered or want answered for that matter. Reality was bad enough and my heart couldn’t handle the finality of naming it.
Like the typical fool I was, I decided that without a final answer, I could hope, and if I knew deep down what the final answer was? Well, fool’s good sparkles pretty enough. I woke up about ten to the smell of coffee and eggs, and staggered into the dining room, stupidly carrying my sweater, and the girls smiled and indicated my seat.
Belinda said, “I like your sweater. I could wear one like that with great pleasure.”
I handed it to her. “I hope it fits.”
“Well, it’s probably too small in the chestal-breastal area for me. I’ll let Lindsey wear it.”
Lindsey smiled happily, no bitchiness in her voice at all finally, and said, “Good movie tonight. Really bad movie, actually. So bad it’s good.”
“That bad?”
Belinda grinned, “Yes—that good! And best of all, it’s free!”
Lindsey added, “So it’s only slightly overpriced.”
We laughed and she told me about a dreadful TV movie from a decade of dreadful fashions and dreadful TV movies about a snow beast killing skiers at a resort. “Sounds dreadful,” I said.
“Dreadfully funny!” Belinda replied, and Lindsey added, “It’s like the Barry Manilow of dreadful movies! Cheesy as fuck and stupid as dirt.”
“You had me at ‘free.’ ‘Cheesy’ is just gravy.”
They laughed and after dinner that night we settled in to watch what should have been called The Mangiest Snowman. Throughout Lindsey showed an unexpected knowledge of how to wage guerilla warfare in a snowy land, critiquing the stupidity of every character in the film and arguing with Belinda on what they should have done. When they tried to draw me into the argument, I said, “Don’t look at me. I’d be the first one killed.”
Belinda said shortly, “You could always ski thataway.”
“Can’t ski.”
Belinda laughed and Lindsey said, “Yes, you’d be dead in the first scene.” After we chuckled at that, she continued, “Don’t worry, we’ll give you a sled. You’d just have to slide down that way…”
“Which way?”
“Where the camera is, silly. They only make it seem like you can’t escape by blocking the best way to escape, you know. Half of all horror films wouldn’t exist if they didn’t have the cameras.”
We all laughed and I said, “Can’t sled.”
Lindsey replied, “Then we need to teach you. Next weekend.”
“In this flat place? River plain that gets half an inch of snow a year?”
“The mountains. You’re coming with us.”
“Where?”
“Our vacation, dummy. The one we seem to remember coincides with your annual leave?”
“The vacation of yours you haven’t told me about?”
Lindsey grinned sheepishly, “Well, we were going to, eventually…”
Belinda said, “Yes, you should come with us! It’ll be so much fun.”
Lindsey added, “We have a small cabin rented and everything. No skiing, but there are a couple of hills you can sled on for a little while.”
I readily agreed and listened eagerly to the details, and only as I walked home thought of the heartache it would cause me to stay in a one-room cabin with two women in love with each other and uninterested in me.
A week and a half later, a Thursday morning bright and clear, we piled into their van and set off across the state and into the next one. We took turns in each seat, driving for an hour, riding shotgun for an hour, and snoozing for an hour, and by late afternoon had passed the foothills and were into the mountains under a threatening sky. Lindsey was driving and said, “We can make it.”
“Really?” Belinda replied.
“Yeah, no problem. Weather report said it’s just cloudiness.”
An hour later we had to park in a space where the road widened, snow coming down so furiously we couldn’t see the far side of the road, and Belinda smiled sadly, “Another two hours or so and we might have made it.”
“What do we do?” I asked, worried and utterly at sea what to do.
Lindsey shrugged beguilingly, “We sleep here. Snowplow will be by tomorrow morning and we can get there by 10.”
Belinda added, “Unless it keeps snowing.”
“Not likely.”
“Yeah, they’re usually heavy but short in this area,” she said with a delightful shrug of her own.
I looked around the van and said, “Looks cold as hell. Will the heat last that long?”
Lindsey and Belinda smiled. “You mean leave the engine on all night to run the heater? You’d use all the gas by midnight and then freeze to death for sure. What kind of fucking idiot would do something that boneheaded?”
Lindsey added, “Besides you, she means.”
They laughed as I frowned and said, “So we’ll freeze then.”
“No,” Lindsey said, “we’re fine. We’ll just be crowded is all.”
Belinda said, “We have a tent. Put it up in the back, close the curtain, crowd together into the sleeping bags, stay under the insulation. We’ll be fine.”
I looked out at the snow falling even faster, if possible, and shivered. “Better than out there.”
“Damn straight,” Lindsey nodded.
Belinda added, “So we’ll have a light bite to eat and take care of any business and then get ready, because it’s just going to get colder the longer we wait.”
Lindsey nodded again, “And the engine’s off now and won’t come back on until the snowplow is past so we can be sure of getting there with enough gas to make it to the nearest gas station.”
Belinda chuckled, “And whatever you do, do not eat beans for dinner.”
We chuckled and Lindsey said, “We have wet towels and wet wipes for when you do your business, and a plastic bag for each of us when we finish with them. We’ll do that once we finish our sandwiches.”
Belinda smiled, “Good thing we had that late lunch. We’ll be fine.”
Lindsey added, “Yeah, don’t want to get all stuffed up with food, can’t move around or anything…”
I said after a second, “But we’ll just be lying there.”
Belinda smiled for a split second and Lindsey turned away for a moment as if to check the snow and then replied, “Do you want shitty dreams? The bed’ll be hard enough as it is. You’ll be lucky to get any sleep if you pig out, and your dreams I won’t vouch for,” and Belinda glanced away with another obscure smile at the corner of her lips.
We had a sandwich each and chatted as the temperature dropped; when the need took us, we went, in turn, a couple of yards away from the van and did what needed doing. I was last, standing at attention in the darkening snowy waste, last embers of the sun from the horizon behind me almost completely obscured by the thick snow. When I got back, I found them in the back of the van putting up a tent, flashlight hanging from a jury-rigged holder in the roof.
A big metal chest was open beside Lindsey, who was fishing out blankets as Belinda tied the corners of the tent with ropes to various claws and stays to hold it in place over the thickest part of the padding in the back, and as I closed the curtain they had opened across the back, Belinda nodded at a pile on the other side of the back, “Four sleeping bags.”
“One for each of us and one to spare,” I said.
Belinda laughed as Lindsey said, “You have the survival skills of the guy who dies before the title rolls.”
Belinda nodded, “We put two down on the bottom of the tent and two above us. We have sheets between them and lay blankets above the sleeping bags. We save more body warmth next to each other that way.”
Lindsey smiled, “So you have your assignment. Get started.”
We arranged things as she ordered, by which time the last traces of light had faded away. We were trapped in a snowy prison, freezing death held at bay by metal and cloth, and I shivered from more than the cold. Lindsey looked at the thermometer she had pulled out earlier and taken with her when she went out. “It was something like −15 when I went out before, and it’s about 25 inside now, so let’s get started now.” She reached up and turned off the flashlight and said, “As much privacy as we’ll get tonight, so strip and enter.”
I heard their clothes sliding past skin in the dark as they stripped quickly and I said, “What about pajamas?”
Lindsey laughed loudly as Belinda giggled, “No need. Warmer this way.”
Belinda added, “Much less abrasion too.”
I heard the tent flap open as a body slipped in, then another, a couple of packages slipping in with them, wet wipes I guessed, and I shrugged, shivered, and stripped, thinking of nothing but the endless, insatiable cold wrapped for miles around us. Naked, I opened the flap of the tent, warmer air, or at least air less cold, wafting past me, and the scent of their bodies and perfumes aroused both my desire and my embarrassment. I crouched inside the flap after zipping it shut and pulled the insulating flap closed behind it, snapping it shut at the side as Belinda had shown me, waiting for a second in the pitch dark as I willed my throbbing erection to wilt.
Lindsey said quietly, “Get inside the bed. You’ll freeze.”
I sidled over to the edge and reached down to count the blankets—yes, three—and the first two sleeping bags, and as I slipped inside the sheet underneath Belinda giggled, “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.”
Lindsey chuckled, “Though really, your best hope is to slide over here. Between us. It’s a matter of life and death, you know. It’ll probably hit 25 below outside, and it won’t be much warmer outside our little nest by morning. Share our warmth. Let us share yours.”
I slid over nervously, my throat muted with embarrassment, and felt someone slide across my body; from the small breasts brushing my chest and the light scent of her perfume I knew it was Lindsey, and from the pressure of her thigh in passing on my cock, I knew she was aware of my reaction to the situation.
She leaned into me on my left as two full breasts cradled my upper arm on the right, and as they lay their heads on my shoulders after slipping inside my arms, I suddenly felt warm for the first time in two hours. Belinda said quietly, “There, much warmer, isn’t it?”
Lindsey chuckled, “It’ll be perfect, just perfect, so long as nobody starts humming.”
We laughed, my body preternaturally aware of every caress of their shaking flesh against mine, and Belinda hummed a few bars of opera. I felt Lindsey’s breasts press into my chest as she leaned over me to swat Belinda, “How dare you? Now I’ve got all of the aria stuck in my head. There is only one thing to do,” she said, her pubic hairs pressing hard against my hip as her left thigh resettled over mine, and the pillow under her head swung suddenly into Belinda’s face.
Belinda sputtered, “Bitch. You are going down.”
“Make me.”
A pillow swung back the other way, a flat sound of a light thud testifying that it hit the target, and Lindsey growled, “Just you wait.” Her weight shifted so that she lay across me, left thigh between mine, her left hip pressed into my throbbing cock, and seemingly without noticing what I could never ignore, she reached down to swat Belinda’s ass.
Belinda shrieked, “Even my mother never spanks me! You will rue the day.” She then shrieked again as two more loud slaps rang out, Lindsey shifting her weight some more so that my cock was pressed hard against her lower belly. She sat up and rose on my body as she and Belinda grabbed each other’s wrists, and soon my cock was being abraded by the thick shrubbery of her mount moving back and forth on my shaft as they wrestled each other.
After a minute, Lindsey had placed Belinda’s hands behind her back and pushed her down, her breasts cradling my neck as her neck rubbed back and forth across my face, my lips unintentionally giving her my first kiss. Her hair cascaded down around my face as her breasts moved around with her struggles, a nipple brushing my lips here, the other nipple jabbed into my eye as I yelped in surprise and pain there, as Lindsey crouched above my hips for balance with my cock pressed against something soft and inviting.
Lindsey said, “I win.”
Belinda grunted, “Bullshit,” and as she struggled, Lindsey shifted back and forth above me, the soft inviting spot moving back and forth along the underside of my shaft. Finally, Belinda said, “Okay, I give up,” and Lindsey lifted herself off me. The sudden rush of coldness on my shaft from the air cooling the fluids she had drenched me with amazing me… and at that second Belinda broke free and said, “Tomorrow!” and turned the tide against Lindsey, swatting her ass with one hand as the other held both her wrists.
Then she pushed her down over my face, each small breast cushioned alternately into my face as she squirmed to escape Belinda, who herself had crouched on my belly. Her thick hairs were rubbing a raw spot a little below my navel, then working down as Lindsey nearly struggled free. Soon I felt another soft inviting spot on my shaft, and then far too soon Belinda’s weight lifted, another cold rush of air chilling the fluids thick on my shaft.
The pillows were soon resettled and they curled up next to me, and I lay there in awe at what I had felt. Lindsey said, “See what I mean? You don’t want to eat too much at times like this. You’ll get cramps.”
Belinda added, “Probably puke.”
Lindsey continued, “I mean, you can’t just lie here all night. You’ll lose all your heat.”
Belinda added in counterpoint, “You have to keep moving.”
“Generate heat.”
“All night long.”
“Until morning.”
“Or you might die.”
“Life and death sports.”
“The wrestling event of a lifetime.”
“Do or die, there is no try.”
“No holds barred.”
“Since it’s life and death.”
“No rule but survival.”
“And no need to crown a champion. Anyone who survives the night is a winner.”
Belinda chuckled after a moment, “Just let me catch my breath first.”
Lindsey added, “Yes, we won’t get much sleep tonight, so take it easy.”
I felt their breasts pressed hard against me, each with a thigh thrown over mine, pubic hairs pressed against my hips, and Belinda’s breath on my jaw slowed until normal, and soon Lindsey’s breath caressed the other side of my jaw. Belinda murmured, “We have to stay alive until morning. That’s the only rule. Can you keep us alive?”
Lindsey murmured in my other ear, “There’s not just wrestling…”
“Snowbound people have many things they can do.”
“More fun than wrestling.”
“Oh yes, ever so much more fun.”
“And that generate so much heat.”
Belinda raised her knee, the inside of her thigh brushing along my swollen shaft, and chuckled, “We’ve already wrestled once. Now it’s your turn.”
Her thigh was replaced by Lindsey’s, which stayed in place over my rigid pillar. Her lips brushed my jaw beneath my ear and she said, “Can you pin me? I doubt it.”
Belinda’s tongue glided lightly along my jaw to my ear and she added, “Anything’s allowed when we might freeze to death.”
Lindsey added, “Anything.”
Belinda whispered, “Even those things you’ve want to do to us for ever so long.”
Lindsey murmured, “Until the morning light.”
I swallowed and said, “But…”
Lindsey whispered, “We’re grownups. We’re mature enough to handle it. Aren’t you?”
Belinda sucked on my ear and added, “Come on, save our lives. Be a good friend.”
Lindsey added, “I hope you can save our lives all night long.”
I felt her thigh shift and fingernails ran down my shaft. “We know you want to. Give in and give it to us.”
Another pair of fingernails slid down the other side of my shaft and a hand cupped my balls. “Each of us, all night long.” A hand gripped my shaft and another hand caressed the head of my cock, spreading the precum all over it. I reached down to their asses and forward, feeling their swollen lips drenched and open, fully exposed to my fingers from their lifted thighs.
I said, “But I thought…”
“Thought what?”
“That you aren’t interested in me. In men.”
Lindsey chuckled, “We’re not lesbians, just lovers.”
Overjoyed, I asked, “Who wants it first?”
Belinda replied, “Who did you masturbate to first?”
“Both, together, like I’d won the lottery,” I teased.
They chuckled and Belinda leaned over and whispered in Lindsey’s ear. Lindsey whispered back and Belinda said, “Pick a number between one and ten.”
“But you’re both tens.”
They laughed happily and Belinda pinched me. “Pick.”
“Seven.”
Belinda smiled against my cheek. “Good. I picked eight, she picked five.”
Lindsey said, “And we have condoms, and you will use them.”
“For cleanliness. We don’t want to have to swim in your spunk.”
“Wet spot the size of Lake Superior, judging from how swollen your balls are,” Lindsey added.
We kissed and they began rubbing themselves rhythmically on my fingers. After a minute they pulled my head to their breasts, smothering me with the beautiful hills I had fantasized about so long, and soon Lindsey gasped as I sucked one breast and Belinda sucked the other. She rode my fingers as we sucked her nipples into our mouths and climaxed quickly, her tunnel almost breaking my fingers.
I turned my attention to Belinda, and heard cardboard tearing and then plastic wrap, and Lindsey said, “I’ll wrap you up.”
Belinda added, “You have to last a long time. Can you?”
“Yes.”
My cock was fully wrapped by that time and Belinda lay back. “Now pin me.”
I rolled on top of her, feeling the soft flesh under me with the taut muscles a little deeper under the surface and caressed what I could as I took position, and felt her knees near my ribs. Her arms snaked over my shoulders and her mouth sucked my tongue deep into it, and I heard Lindsey say, “I’ll guide you in. Push forward.” I did so and slid easily into paradise, the flesh of her belly gripping me tightly as Lindsey reached up to play with her breasts.
Belinda stopped kissing me long enough to say, “Slow and steady. I’ll come many times. You don’t.”
I was unable to respond because Lindsey covered my mouth with hers just then and sucked on my tongue as I rode slowly, Belinda’s body thrusting fast and hard underneath me, two strokes for each of mine. In two minutes her first climax washed over her, her fingernails digging into my back as a scream escaped from between her teeth biting into my shoulder. Lindsey whispered, “It’s incredible inside her, isn’t it?”
Belinda whispered, “And save your strength. Lindsey needs even more than I do.”
Lindsey said, “Yes, I have a very hungry pussy.”
I continued riding her slowly, my long strokes pushing me inside her to the hilt and pulling out until her lips cradled the joint where my head met my shaft. She murmured sweet words as I explored her vagina, reveling in the joys that I had so long feared were forever denied me. Her body soon boiled over again, her thighs holding me in place as she took her pleasure with circling hips, her head tilted back as she screamed. Lindsey whispered, “Her pussy is so tight when she comes like that. Have you ever had it that good?”
“No.”
“You’ll have it twice over tonight.”
In the pitch dark, I imagined her white body creamy smooth arched in contortions, golden hairs tumbling around her shoulders as her breasts heaved in pleasure, and I heard Lindsey moan in pleasure as loud as Belinda’s. Reaching down I found Belinda’s hand working her skillfully, and as they climaxed together, I heard Belinda say, “Now it’s your turn. Give me your juice. I know you’ve drained yourself so many times thinking of us. Show me how much you love me.”
With a thrust I plunged fast and hard into her, seeking to use her body for my own pleasure, and she gasped and fucked back stroke for stroke as I launched myself into paradise. Lindsey caressed our bodies as I sat up and lifted Belinda’s knees onto my shoulders; Lindsey whispered, “My favorite pussy devouring our favorite cock,” as I felt Belinda tightening impossibly around me, and let out an unmanly squeal as my seed shot fast and hard into the latex that had kept me from coming so long.
Spurt after spurt tore through my loins and out of me, and Belinda lay underneath me, whispering, “Yes, give it to me, show me your love, give me that gorgeous cock.” After my last spurt, I collapsed, rolling onto my side beneath them. Lindsey pulled off my condom and wiped me clean, and as she kissed me, she said, “My pussy is so ready for you.”
As we kissed, I swiftly hardened, and Belinda was soon unwrapping a condom and slipping it onto me as I devoured Lindsey’s mouth. She lay back and said, “I know my breasts are small. They’re not nearly as well developed as Belinda’s, but don’t worry, my pussy is very highly developed.” Belinda chuckled and guided me onto and into Lindsey, who fucked up against me and ground hard against my still body as she worked herself to a quick, sharp orgasm. “Now fuck me good and proper,” she said.
Belinda caressed and kissed us as I thrust back and forth into Lindsey. Her vagina squished loudly around me as she fucked back hard, and Belinda tweaked her nipples as she kissed me deeply; soon a second squishing sound joined in as Lindsey let Belinda ride her fingers again. Lindsey’s body was climbing the slope yet again, her taut belly perfect beneath me, and she moaned, “Show me how much you love me. Don’t come!”
Belinda whispered, “She tastes so good when she’s like this. Her cunny will come for minutes.” And in less than a minute, I discovered this was true, feeling wave after wave pass through her as she screamed for three minutes at least. Her pussy was gripping me like it would never let me go, and finally, she collapsed. “Come now,” she said, “let me feel you lose yourself inside me.”
With a bellow I launched into her, fucking her mercilessly as her hands roamed my body, my face, my arms, and she tilted her hips so that I had a straight shot to her womb. I screamed as she tightened around me, and she whispered, “Yes, love, take your reward,” as spurt after spurt shot into her. Finally, I collapsed and fell between them, exhausted and close to hardening again, and Belinda unwrapped me and wiped me clean.
As I dozed, I felt Belinda roll over me and cover Lindsey, and I woke as Lindsey squealed to Belinda’s fingers. I reached over and caressed them, feeling their bodies as they worked each other, and Lindsey screamed into my mouth as she came. We lay there then in sweaty warmth, and Lindsey lay in my arms as Belinda held me in hers.
Lindsey finally sighed and said, “Yes, that’s what I wanted.”
Belinda chuckled and said, “Worth the wait, as long as you can do it some more.”
“Three each, I think”
Belinda whistled and Lindsey guffawed. “I hope you can.” Belinda added, “Tonight it’s only the sense of touch, feelings, and words. Tomorrow you’ll get to see us. You’ve been inside us, so you know what’s coming, and we can take so long, know each other so thoroughly…”
“Taste each other completely.”
I kissed them both and said, “I want to taste you now.”
“Tomorrow.”
I was hard again, and as Belinda accepted me happily inside her, Lindsey chuckled. “So many men want to fuck us. You’ll be sick of it by morning.”
“No, I won’t.”
“You say that now… but by your eighth orgasm, you’ll just want us to go away. And we won’t. We have very hungry pussies.”
Belinda added, “But we’ll let you rest while we fuck each other.” As I thrust into her, she whispered, “I love sharing Lindsey’s cunny with you.”
Lindsey added, “All yours, for as long as you want. The three of us, forever and ever.”
I said, “God, yes.”
Belinda said, “Fuck us, love.” And I did so, draining my seed into her spasming cunt as the three of us kissed deeply. She lay there in exhaustion as I wiped up and rolled on another condom. I lay on my side as Belinda cradled Lindsey in her arms, holding her knee in the air as I entered her, both their breaths on my face as I thrust easily into Lindsey’s eager body.
As Lindsey responded vigorously, fucking hard against my pistoning cock, Belinda said, “We love you, you know. And each other. This is not just one night to save ourselves. This is long term. Permanent. You are ours, and we are yours.”
Lindsey sucked on my neck as her cunt spasmed around me, and when she had finished climaxing I whispered, “I’ve been in love with both of you for so long. I was afraid I’d have to choose. Then I was afraid I’d never have a choice. Now I do, and I choose both of you, forever.”
Belinda smiled against my face and whispered, “You will have the best blowjob of your life tomorrow.”
Lindsey said, “On your back. I will show you how long we’ll love you,” and she pinned herself on me as Belinda cuddled next to us, and she muttered, “I won’t love you a long time, but I will love you over and over and over.” And in three minutes she climaxed hard above me, her superlatively developed cunt draining me into her. As she lay atop me, she whispered, “And in fact, my heart will love you a long time even if my pussy won’t.”
We laughed and over the next five hours made love six more times, only stopping because only one condom was left. Lindsey laughed, “We told you, the same for both. Your night’s not ruined, I hope.”
“Just let me sleep between you. That will be perfect.”
We were wakened at eight as the snowplow passed. Our warmth had lasted long enough that we had no need yet to generate more heat, and we packed up quickly, did our business in the wide snow-covered world, and started after the snowplow. Ten minutes later, we turned a corner and Belinda said, “Breakfast.”
I looked at the diner shining in the sun and said, “We could have made this last night.”
Lindsey shrugged, “Probably, but it’s much more memorable for breakfast than dinner.”
Belinda chuckled, “Last night was ever so much better than a lousy diner, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Lindsey nodded, “We thought so. We knew a storm was coming and we timed it just right.”
Belinda added, “Though I’ll be walking bow-legged all day.”
Lindsey added, “I’m not sure I can walk any more. You might have to carry me in.”
“Don’t look at me,” I said. “Just bring me a bag.”
We had a filling breakfast and filled both thermoses with coffee. When we got back to the van, Lindsey set one thermos next to her and helped Belinda and me wrap ourselves in a sleeping bag in one of the seats and buckled us up, and as Lindsey drove along slowly, I said to Belinda, “You planned this.”
“Yes. Now sleep. We had a long night and we need to rest.” We both fell asleep almost immediately, wrapped softly against each other in a little cocoon of warmth. A short two hours later they woke me and I helped carry things in. We cleaned up with tepid water as best we could and drank coffee afterwards from our thermoses at a table in a small alcove.
Lindsey said, “Thank you for saving our lives last night.”
We laughed and I said, “You saved mine. I guess that means I belong to you now.”
Belinda said, “We belong to each other. God, Lindsey’s been such a bitch about you the last three months or more.”
“Eat my cunt, liar.”
“See?”
We laughed again and Belinda said, “Your getting fired was the luckiest thing that ever happened to you.”
“True, I got a job that went somewhere besides the tar pits.”
“And you got the love of two beautiful women.” I blinked and she continued, “Not at first, no.”
Lindsey butted in, “It was your book when I came to save you. I was just disgusted that they were going to set you up and fuck you over. You needed to get out of there, yes, but by quitting. Telling them to shove their job, not being fired for bullshit lies. Go out like a lion, not a sacrificed lamb. You stood up for what was right and they were going to steamroll you. I couldn’t let them do that, so I was already your defender and your savior, and that did something to me. Made me, I don’t know, eager to see more good in you than just the principle of the thing. Your book was that. Someone reading that needs better than what they were doing.”
Belinda said, “I was already sweet on you, the way you made me feel like a person when we talked, not just two tits and a cunny under a stupid brain. I was so grateful for that. So when I heard the suits—not the big ones upstairs but their lackeys downstairs—slagging you off for the last three months before they did anything, and all the others they slagged off disappeared from the store a week or so later, I just listened and learned. The bullshit stories they bragged to each other, the lies they told just to fuck over honest people, and I couldn’t do anything about it. But it turns out I could for you.”
She carried on, “You are so lucky I had to go to the bathroom when I did. I stopped off for a cup of coffee and Fred said something to Dogbody about how you were gonna get yours that day in half an hour, out loud even like he figured my tits mean I don’t have ears, and then as he was leaving he just smirked at me like he was saying, ‘I’m gonna fuck him, and then I’ll fuck you, babe.’ Like I was too dumb to know what was what. I hated him so much right then.”
Lindsey continued, “And she told me and I knew what I had to do. I could have been fired if I’d been caught, but you’d have been fired if they had the slightest chance. I said fuck that job and took a prolonged bathroom break via the scenic route.”
We laughed and she said, “So I was overjoyed when you called a meeting that evening. You needed to be warned, and by the end of that evening, I liked you. Didn’t want to fuck you at all, of course. That was at least a couple of weeks later. But when you stopped moping like the world disgusted you and said they could fuck themselves, I liked you then. Like now that you knew what was what, you’d be taking care of business.”
Belinda nodded. “And I fell for you a little before Lindsey. She started teasing me about it, older woman with a boy toy, really jealous of you and afraid I might leave her, and I said finally that you seemed worth it.”
“That really pissed me off. I realized I wanted you instead of her having you, and I was afraid I’d lose her too. And I guess the competition made us like you more than we would have otherwise.”
“And remember our talk about Scurvy Purvy? We both knew then somehow, unspoken, that we were competing for you. Couldn’t leave you alone, and we bitched each other out that whole evening.”
“And then fucked and sucked like rabbits in love and to hell with you.”
I asked in a surprise that made them laugh, “Is all that why you two have been so fucking bitchy?”
Lindsey nodded, “Well, that and the rag. We’re both impossible then.”
Belinda added, “So finally we realized we both love you, but we love each other, and we finally talked. Just talked honestly and openly, and we knew that if you were as rational as you seemed, we could share you, and finally, finally we admitted it to each other, and it was like all that stress from the last three months just dissolved into incredible lust. A life with all three of us together. Just think, I was actually ashamed to tell her that for months I had been fantasizing constantly about the three of us in perfect harmony. So had she, but we’re both very possessive women, you know. And stubborn as fuck. We were both afraid we’d piss off the other and ruin our life together. So silly now, but I was so scared, so fucking scared.”
Lindsey said, “We’ve been friends since high school, lovers since college. You’re the first person ever to come between us, and I realized I wasn’t going to let that break us up, and I sure as hell didn’t want to just cut you out of my life.”
They sat quietly watching me, and I nodded and said, “I’ve been in love with both of you for months. I didn’t know which of you I wanted more, and I was sure you wouldn’t want me anyway. I’m yours.”
They smiled and Lindsey said, “You’ve been inside us, now you can see what you love. And so can we.”
They took me by the hand to the bedroom, now warm enough for nudity thanks to the space heater, and sat on the bed with their arms around each other’s waist as I undressed for them. They smiled when I stood there nude and erect before them, and Belinda said, “Lingxi, shall we share ourselves fully with someone else?”
“Fully and completely,” Lindsey replied, and they kissed and began undressing themselves as I came over to watch. Lindsey kissed down Belinda’s neck to her breasts, which finally swung beautifully free to my eyes, two flawless cream-white mounds tipped with light brown aureolae and erect nipples. I settled in on my knees and watched avidly as Lindsey stood. She held Belinda’s hand as she settled on her knees on the floor before her, then pulled her head roughly to her as she thrust her chest into Belinda’s face.
I could only see Lindsey’s muscular back, tensing and releasing under her swinging braid as Belinda’s mouth sought one nipple and then the other, but Belinda’s right breast was fully visible, the nipple and aureole pointing upward as the swollen flesh sagged a little beneath it, a perfect model of the large breasts I masturbated to constantly in my high school magazines.
After a couple of minutes, Lindsey’s hips were circling and I could hear her moans. Belinda undid Lindsey’s waist-length braid and then her hands reached down to her waist and slowly lowered her crumpled dress and panties at the same time. Lindsey’s perfect ass, tan and taut, came into view as she rose from her crouch, and when the clothing reached the floor, she lifted her leg, allowing me to see her turgid inner lips glistening like an oyster as Belinda put her thigh over her shoulder.
Lindsey settled quickly into a swift rhythm, her hips circling wildly as Belinda gave her the ultimate French kiss, and soon Belinda reached around and inserted two fingers inside Lindsey as her screams echoed in my ears. Lindsey fell away onto the bed after she came, leaning back onto her elbows with her beautiful thighs spread, showing Belinda but not me the hungry lips between them, the very top of a trimmed thatch of thick black hairs visible.
Belinda stood and undid her belt and button, and after her shorts dropped to her ankles, she slid down her panties. I stared lovingly at the light brown patch of curly hair at the top of her thighs, then I began stroking firmly as she turned around and crouched above Lindsey’s face before bending her neck to return to suckling between her thighs. I moved for a better look and saw her swollen lips were fully open and visible above Lindsey’s face as Lindsey lightly kissed the creamy white thighs framing her head. Staring as avidly as I was at the glistening crinkly inner lips nestled inside thick brown hairs, protecting the tunnel to a heaven that Lindsey visited daily, perhaps hourly, and where I was now the only other visitor.
Lindsey reached up and started caressing the lips beguiling both of us, slowly working two of her fingers inside her to the hilt, then fucked her with clearly practiced expertise as Belinda raised her head and began keening the tuneless melody we both needed to hear. She soon came, and Lindsey pulled her fingers away as Belinda collapsed atop her, her hips on Lindsey’s shoulders and her vulva shining freely inches away from Lindsey’s face.
Lindsey raised her head, her swan-like neck rising as she reached out her tongue and licked softly at her lover’s folds. Her tongue sped up over the next three minutes, and soon I stared in the fever before a thunderous release at her nose pressed between the lips as her tongue worked on the clitoris. Belinda’s head was lowered and her shoulders worked rapidly in rhythm with Lindsey’s tongue, and they sucked each other vigorously while fucking each other’s faces.
I moved to see Lindsey’s lips spread wide open under Belinda’s tongue. Belinda looked up and smiled as I pulled her hair out of the way and returned to her appointed task. Lindsey soon started thrusting up, her hips dancing under Belinda’s tongue, and far too soon her orgasm came, Belinda’s soon after. Belinda got off her and turned around to kiss her, and Lindsey looked down and smiled, “One more lesson in how we please each other. Take notes, love,” and I sat at the foot of the bed as they embraced and spread their thighs for me to watch.
They kissed as they reached between each other’s thighs, and Belinda pushed Lindsey onto her back. Her thighs spread to show me her blossoming lips as open and swollen as Belinda’s had been. She reached up and held her fingers rigid as Belinda settled on them, plunging onto them to the hilt and riding vigorously as she fucked Lindsey. Their heads were away from me as they opened themselves fully to each other and to my fascinated gaze.
I stroked my shaft lightly with my fingertips to prevent coming too soon as I stared from one beautiful vulva to the other. I stared fixedly at Lindsey’s fingers working Belinda, the lips pushed inside her as they advanced and sheathing them in a wet kiss as they receded, and I managed not to come just as Belinda screamed. Her hips grinding down to impale herself on the three fingers inside her and the palm cupping her mount. Belinda’s orgasm continued another minute, Lindsey’s fingers mocking me, it seemed, with their continued rigidity inside Belinda’s body.
Lindsey remained fully open to my eyes as they lay there, Belinda’s thighs closed, and after five minutes Belinda roused herself to sit near Lindsey’s head and lean down to the purple lips that she opened with her fingers, Lindsey’s pink center visible to me for a moment as Belinda’s tongue started circling her nub. Lindsey’s vulva was longer and narrower than Belinda’s, crowned by a black triangle with only a few sparse hairs growing from her outer lips.
Belinda sucked her vulva for long minutes, her nose nestled in the space below her lips, until she pulled up to focus on Lindsey’s clit. Lindsey’s hips tilted enough that I could stare in awe at Belinda’s nose nestled between the lips as Lindsey lost control and screamed in bliss.
They collapsed and each held out an arm to me. They guided me to lie between them, and as they enveloped me in their welcoming embrace, Lindsey said, “It’s been years since we last gave a man head. I hope you won’t mind our needing lots and lots of practice.”
I laughed and Belinda said, “I gave my last blowjob more recently than Lindsey did, so she goes first.”
Lindsey sat up and reversed herself to take my cock in her hand, and soon she had taken me gingerly in her mouth and explored me slowly with hand and mouth. Belinda and I reached over to play with her cunt, and Lindsey said with a chuckle, “That’s right, suck my cunt.”
We laughed and Belinda said, “I’ll take her, you take me, okay?” I nodded and she smiled, “My hottest fantasy the last two months coming true at last.” She somehow twisted herself so that she lowered her cunt to my mouth as she began suckling at Lindsey’s, and I started kissing and licking slowly and studiously.
We lasted twenty minutes, Belinda coming first and Lindsey second, then Lindsey returned to my cock with a vengeance and I stared into her eyes as they widened with my first spurt. She stayed in place, her cheeks hollowed as she swallowed, and when I had finished she said, “Tastes better than I remembered.”
Belinda then said, “Shotgun!” and pushed Lindsey out of the way. We chuckled and Lindsey took Belinda’s old position as we returned to our new circle of life, and Belinda chuckled, “And now my other hottest fantasy for the last two months,” before taking my hardening cock between her lips.
Three hours later we lay there drained, Lindsey close to slumbering in complete contentment in the middle, and Belinda said, “We have an extra room, you know.”
“Yes.”
“You want it?”
“Of course.”
She smiled. “We’ll settle all the domestic details later. We all have a room, but we’ll sleep in the big bed in my room. Lindsey’s bed…she mostly uses it when she has insomnia or one of us is sick.” I nodded.
She looked at me fixedly. “And you’re really in love with both of us?”
“Really and truly.”
“Not just saying it to have your own harem?”
“God no. I’ve been dying nightly the last three months. I nearly joined the French Foreign Legion just to get away from the impossibility of having you both.”
She laughed and Lindsey chuckled between yawns. She muttered, “You know you have to learn Chinese now.”
“Gladly.”
She smiled sweetly and infuriatingly at Belinda. “There. I know he really loves me now. I have no idea if he really loves you.”
Belinda swatted her arm and said, “You know I love you because I put up with your shit.”
I smiled, “Would you do me the honor of instructing me in yoga?”
She smiled at Lindsey, “See?”
I hugged them closer and watched them start to drowse in the early afternoon light, and as we fell asleep I said, “Losing that job was the best thing that ever happened to me.”