3 comments/ 105098 views/ 2 favorites Five Into Three Does Not Go By: scribbledehobble Note to reader – This story has both transgendered and lesbian themes. It arose from an extraordinary story I once heard that quite illustrated the difference between smut and erotica. There are two groups of lovers, one group makes love, the other has wild sex. Not for the faint hearted! Note – The story is told from the perspective of five people – Jim and his wife Kim, Michael/Mikayla and his wife Kristina and lastly Carl. Paragraph headings indicate whose perspective it is. * Kristina It is waspish in the late evening out in the open in Portsmouth Harbour as we step out of the vehicle and walk over to the private section of the docks, the sign says Ceres St docks. Dark has long since fallen but lights, white, yellow and orange light up the skies. The feeling is one of a weak attempt at gay cheer under a sombre shroud of a sky. Snow is expected tonight, there will be snow on new year's day but the temperature is still going to be in the forties and the town is excited. "The lights have not done too much damage," I say to the driver. He agrees, the thing was a stupid idea to begin with. "They usually just put up wreaths of pine all around the main square for Christmas and set up antique lamps. But they got this new fangled idea this year. I was hoping they would take them the day after Christmas but no, its' been a week already." The main square of the town lay completely deserted save for a cleaning crew that worked at sweeping up the Christmas detritus in preparation for the parade they would be having tomorrow. The docks are similarly empty, the boats have long since been locked up for the height of the winter. The staff for the docks is down to one, a middle aged man past caring, drinking his cocoa, I think. There is no one to challenge us as we walk into the section for medium sized yachts but we are in such high spirits that there is nothing that is likely to turn us off. Carl is at the captains' wheel and waves to us, takes easy strides over to the gangplank, vaulting his long legs over the mooring line easily. He strides up, shakes Jim by the hand, gives Kim a generous kiss on her cheek, gives me a hug and with a devilish smile, pecks Michael, my husband companionably high up on my cheek, near his ear. He is dressed very sharply in a dress pants and sparkling white shirt, a Rolex lay around his left wrist and his hair had been trimmed to a no nonsense buzz. His sideburns traced an anvil path down his cheeks, pared down and ferocious. "Easy ride, I hope, Mikayla and all?" He'd sent over a limousine to pick us up at Boston and we had completed the sixty mile ride in high spirits or gin and tonic haze, as you please. That had not prevented Michael from kisses all around to myself and Kim as we tag teamed on them. I had to hurriedly repair my lipstick when the driver announced we were a bare couple of miles away from our destination. Michael, slipping into his Mikayla persona replied, "No trouble at all." "And the flight, no trouble there as well, I hope." * Mikayla/Michael The four of us, Jim, Kim, his Vietnamese wife, Kristina and myself had flown into Boston from St Paul. Dirty snow lined the streets, hobos dawdled and it was sure nice to sitting snug and warm in a limo speeding to a special rendezvous. We had made a slight detour into the Hyatt at the harbour. Carl had arranged for a suite for us when Kristina had done her little number on me, as Jim and Kim watched on. I stripped in haste as Kristina threw the large suitcase with my party clothes open. In it lay a number of skirts, of leather and lame, each one smaller than the rest. A number of tops, some with spaghetti straps, some without, snug spandex and tight synthetic. Lace push up bras, garter belts, stiletto heels, three different wigs, two black, one curly and another long and loose, sheeny and a third one of dirty blonde. Cool satin jackets, decorated with appliqué, that Kristina likes so much and which she has turned me on to. Off came the khakis, the Oxfords, the semi formal shirt and the innocuous tie, off came a civil engineer from of Duluth, Minnesota in about the time it takes to say "Cum on my face". In the morning, before we had flown out, we had gone through the basics carefully, in loving detail. Kristina and I had taken a warm bubble bath together, splashing and rolling in the water together. There was a little game called 'Where's the pussy, where's the cock' that we enjoy playing. Say, Kristina hides, she twists the body this way and that with only her head above the soapy water. I am at the other end of the bath and I have to guess where her pussy is, with my first touch, I have to put my finger on it. If I win, I am rewarded with a few minutes of caresses. If I lose, I have to do the caressing. I like games where you don't know whether you want to win or lose. After a long bath, I patted myself dry and Kristina applied the hair remover all over me. After waiting a couple of minutes, I showered again and emerged, baby smooth and tingling. Kristina then gave me the works, one scented oil after another, reaching carefully to apply lotions in hard to reach places. As Kristina gets the foundation on and begins to apply the mascara and rouge, Jim and Kim, tiring of the foreplay have stripped off, she tight and slim in her black thong and B cup, Jim, classic clean cut features, sandy haired and thin lipped, six pack in full relief as Kim goes down on his All American cock. I had refused to believe the story the first time I had heard it, such things do not happen in real life. At college in Minnesota, where he made reserve on the football team, he was famous for rejecting offers for lays, the sororities had blackballed him and the rumours circulated that he was queer. Far from it. This is how it had all happened. His father, an executive in a toothpaste firm had spent four years in Vietnam as part of the corporate office there and Jim had returned when he was fourteen, just past puberty. Some of us get off to blonde, blue eyed snow princesses, some of us don't. We get off to slinky large eyed, jet haired, full lipped Vietnamese hoochgirls who can tell a hundred stories through their eyes, never a word needed. There were no Vietnamese at the small college town that Jim went to and his sexual experience was limited to six magazines of strip club girls and a camcorder video that he had begged a friend on an exchange trip to get him. The moment he graduated, he took a job in a consultancy firm and in six months had transferred to Hanoi. He sought out the girl of three years ago in the camcorder video, shot in a higher end strip club, Kim, bought her jewellery and her father a car. He wanted to return home, he said. Would she come with him. Would he marry her? she asked as she outfought him in bed. Utterly exhausted and delirious with delight, he agreed. The morning after, he saw no reason to change his decision. Kristina brings out the black wig, she had married me for my deep black eyebrows, she told me once, five years ago, a few months into our marriage. I had escaped the jungles of LA to seek out a quieter life in the north, had got a job as a civil engineer for the town of Duluth, an year out of college. Kristina worked at the town library, full bodied, devilishly attractive blonde, deep, deep blue eyed essential Nordic looks. "You know what I see in you," I had said. "What do you see in me?" She combs out a few small tangles in the smooth black wig and expertly appraising it, satisfied, covers my hair tightly with a skull cap and carefully arranges the wig to her satisfaction. Kim has engorged Jim's member and is playing out her patented trick, kneading the nine inch cock with her throat muscles, her painted lips wrapped around the base of the cock. Jim moans, as she nibbles ever so lightly at his member, running her tongue in long slow strokes along its base, gagging, but resisting, drooling deliciously all around. I know what Jim feels like, every time Kim has given me a blowjob, a hundred shafts of thrill have shot into me at once, my cock on fire, the nerves in the area pulsing, the blood coursing, synapses blowing as they overload. When the world ends, I want Kim to be by me, giving me a blowjob. And Carl fucking, ah but we will come to that. * Kim Kristina is working on her husband, making him a beautiful woman. I tremble when I see them together, he is a dark haired, dark eyes, rich skinned Spanish woman. Kristina is a northern princess who seems to be too beautiful to be real. I like nothing like being with them, three very different women, each a lover of a very different kind, rising and falling. But they are doing their make-up now. So, I have sex with Jim who has been very excited since we got on the plane. I suck him with all my skill. I search my mind for all the lessons I have learnt. I do all I can to turn him crazy with pleasure. I am there. I decide I will keep my pussy for the other two. * Jim I am getting a top notch, sparkling blowjob and I do not dare to move. What a way to run the clock out on 2004, I think to myself. * Mikayla The wig done, she does my eyes, choosing a lighter eye-liner to offset my dark brown eyes, a sparkly reddish eye shade and brown contours. Eyelashes go on, Kristina adjusting them as only she can, I have passed by bitches who have muttered under their breath, those can't be real, with a hopeless note to their voices. She tints them, with a touch of silver, just as Jim erupts into Kim, against all her inclination, Kim clings on to dear life, digging her nails into Jim's reddening ass, getting a geyser of cum two inches into her food pipe. As she draws out her reddened face off Jim's cock, the look on her face is half pain, two thirds triumph, she has got all the cum in her throat, not a drop on her face. She holds up a finger, gurgles, shoulder slacking, sputters, blows cum bubbles, for we are all in a high mood. Kristina works on my lips, dark crimson, laying a line of white to make the lips seem luscious, lip gloss, shaping it perfectly. "All it takes is a little cosmetics," she says. "That and a pair of testicles," I say to laughter. I slip on a tight black leather skirt and a tighter mauve top that leaves my midriff bare. Impossibly tightening breast forms go in and I have to wiggle to catch my breath. Jim gallantly stoops and rolls up sheer fishnet stockings, he has to slide up my skirt to snap the garters and takes his time getting out of there. Kristina hands me a pale white choker, slips on silver earrings, Kim gets started on my nails and I am ready to roll. And as ever, I hold my breath as they turn my chair to the mirror, I open my eyes slowly and gasp, "You are fucking hot today," says Jim. I am a fucking prom queen, a bitch for hire, a college slut who lays for kicks. I smile as I realise that all I have to do is beckon and I can have my pick of men, a natural blush rises to my cheeks. Kristina kisses me full on the cheeks, is gently tugged away by Kim who inserts her tongue into my mouth and slips a last few drops of Jim's cup into my dry mouth. I giggle, tonight will be the night. * Kristina Each year we plan a little new year's day getaway, preferring some out of the way spot and we had settled on a trip to Panama this year. However, a couple of things had popped up. Early in October, Michael and I had realised that we had been married five years. That is always a sobering thing and had given us pause for thought. Neither of us are very sentimental and previous anniversaries have been occasions for no more than a dinner in a nice restaurant and phone calls from our parents. However, this being the fifth anniversary made us pause and think awhile. Take stock and ask a few question, you know, standard stuff. So we sat down to a long week off for both of us and exchanged opinions on TV shows, cities of the country, presidents and told stories of visits to the zoo when we were young. We re-evaluated our marriage. It was a happy arrangement, we were comfortable, I would come home to dinner on Mondays and Wednesdays and she would come home to dinner on Tuesdays and Thursdays. On weekends we would dining when we were not visiting. Our sex life was fun but no great shakes, I would look at her and smile and she would get up from the couch or she would smile at me and I would smile back. Occasionally I would go in hard, sometimes she would play coy, we knew each other's rhythms and seemed already settling into middle aged comfort. Till we realised with a shock that in early November of this year, we would have completed five years of marriage and what was palpable missing was sparkle. So we thought up stratagems, overcame natural inhibitions to games, played daddy and daughter, Hansel and Gretel and Phantom of the Opera. One fantasy led to another, doors were opened, confessions made, we experimented. The plans for our getaway had been cancelled and here we were speeding north on new year's eve for a weekend on a little island off the coast. * Mikayla On board, Carl leads us to the warm cabin room and graciously takes my sable coat off, hanging it easily on a hook inlaid with mother of pearl. Kristina, Kim and Jim take their coats off as well, Carl serves drinks all around. I have another Gin and Tonic, while Kristina and Kim have a glass of Red Wine apiece. Carl and Jim toss off a bourbon each and slosh themselves a chaser. The yacht is a mid sizer, down the coast of the Americas variety, a Cheoy Lee Tom Fexas Motor Yacht ten years old, with a well stocked cabin, ideal for short trips. Carl is biggish shot in real estate, he's made his way up the world hustling horses, running a limo company, up to music records and now the security of real estate. He comes up to me, his powerful chest looming over me, clean shaven in incredible close sideburns, his monstrous hands knotted sinew as he dwarfs the drink in his hand, six and a half feet of man mountain, "Mikayla, you look stupendous tonight." I blush, grip my drink harder to keep my balance, I don't know what to say. He continues, "Could I pour you a refill?" I cannot refuse, he brings the bottle of gin over and passes his hand over mine to hold the glass, I feel powerless in the firm grip of his warm flesh. As he pours, I look up at his face, his brilliant eyes in his dark face are gleaming, the blood rushes into my face again, I turn away. When I look up again, he has not moved, he takes the drink from my hand, places it on the sideboard, lays a doorbuster of a left palm on my ass and draws me unto him. If I tried my uttermost, I could not have resisted, but I have no intention of. I yield, rushing up to his firm but yielding lips, my hands are around his neck, I am swept up, on my toes as he kisses me, powerfully, his tongue in my mouth, his lips exploring mine, enjoying the light cardamom feel of mine. I tongue his mouth now, nibbling at his underlip, till we break contact with a soft plop. Jim has come up behind me and is running his hands up my breasts, nuzzling my neck, I am between two strong, powerful men and I am startled as I realise that despite it all, it is I who am in control! Jim nibbles my left ear and Carl goes down on my lips again for another prolonged kiss. I turn to Jim and we tongue kiss, Carl kneading my shoulders and guzzling at my pits. Across the room, Kristina and Kim have twined their tongues and are destroying each others' lip gloss. They twist and slide as they reach for the purchase of the others lips, their brilliant nails sliding around baring bosoms. They go slow, their lips dart out, they touch for what from my exposed position seems an eternity, Kristina lifts a perfectly manicured finger and slides it slowly down Kim's cheek. Kim waits, plunges, kissing the other's cheeks, then lower and lower, her neck now, now lower, the collar, lower still, her cleavage, pulling away her straps, her flaming, hard, erect nipples, till she reaches her navel and devours it with a tigerish flick of the tongue. Kristina moans in ecstasy, draws Kim closer, bends, her hands on Kim's thighs, runs her hands up into her flaring skirt. Kristina and Kim's love making has a unique rhythm to it. After a brief but intense prelude, they back off and become sapphic, they talk, they smile, they kiss, but slowly. Their love making then quickens but in slow stages, remaining gentle and soft for long periods before climaxing suddenly. Kim has told me that it is a piece of wisdom that is common where she lived, she described it as spraying the fires with some thyme, to make them spurt up briefly, so that they would burn steadily and richly later. "We had better get going," says Carl, to get the tide. Jim and Carl slip on their coats and walk out to the wheel, in a minute the engines start up. I walk over to where Kim and Kristina are fused into a molten, heaving mass, Kristina under Kim's skirt invisible save for her thick hair, Kristina has her hands raised, her breasts protrude as she buckles under the bolts of pleasure that dart through her. I huddle down by Kim, raise her skirt and peel off her lemon coloured thong and thwack her bubble ass a couple of times, to her giggles and Kristina's moans, I dive in, tonguing her asshole, drawing her ass cheeks apart, wedging my chin in, driving my tongue deeper. I give her ass a thorough rimming, Kim grunts in feral agitation, lavishing herself on Kristina's' pulsing vulva, as our moans reach a height, Jim looks in and gives us a huge wink. For a new year retreat, we are heading to a lodge Carl owns on one of the smaller isles of shoals, the name of the island is peculiarly enough, Lunging. The island has four lodges, all of which, Carl informs us are currently empty, we will have the island to ourselves, "No old ladies to scare away." "We can fill the air with our screams," Kristina sagely suggests. The island is a short ride away, eight miles, the out rushing tide and the powerful motor means we will be there in a mere fifteen minutes. The waters out of Portsmouth harbour are not for the inexperienced and through the windows, I can see Carl at the wheel, calmly smoking a pipe but keeping a careful lookout nevertheless. A powerful headlight lights our progress, as we pass the mile mark, Carl and Jim give a wave to the river pilot's lookout, who flashes a yellow and then a green light. Jim ducks in, "Well girls, we should be there in no time at all," he leans into the drawer of a large table and draws out a transparent white dildo, which he laughingly tosses to us, "Have fun, ladies. Put on a show." He steps out and lights a cigarette, returning Carl's lighter to him. Jim loves Carl the way a dog loves a master, the way a football team reservist loves the starting linebacker who broke every record there was to be broken. They were college mates and in the circle of women who lusted after Carl and men who adored him, Jim was the foremost. Carl reciprocated, when his contacts steadily pushed him up the corporate world, he kept in touch with Jim and threw him a few bones. Somewhere down the line, the patronage turned into genuine affection when Jim stood by him and helped him out when a few business deals soured and they are now the best of mates. I caught the dildo smoothly and get their attention. Kristina whispers in Kim's ear and after another slithery kiss, they turn upon me. Up goes my skirt, down go my boy cut panties, Kim spits on my boy cunt and Kristina slides the dildo in. * Carl "Quite a show that, is it not," I murmur appreciatively as Kristina slides the dildo I call little Joe into Michael, damn that, Mikayla's ass. Jim's wife Kim, stretches his, damn that, her ass and coos murmuringly. Mikayla utters the softest of moans, I feel my awakening member at that motherfucking sound. Five Into Three Does Not Go I first met the cocksucker and his wife at Thanksgiving last month, when I was visiting Jim and Kim at their house in St Paul. Jim knew Kristina from high school and had kept in touch. He had invited her over from Duluth for festivities, she had brought Mikayla in all her glory. The bitch sat making eyes at me all dinner long and I found her inspecting her fingernails, blazing in her tight spandex, whore red top and black skirt as I came out of the restroom. I know a tranny when I see one but if Jim hadn't told me about our visitor of the evening, I would have had no idea. Man, she was far out, smoking hot! Brazenly, she said to me, "How is big boy tonight," placing a cool white hand on the bulge big Dave was making down the front of my pants, I took her, lifted her, her legs off the ground, she gave me as good as she got, I was out of breath before she was. When we returned together, they were seated on the sofa, Kristina smiled at me, her sweetass Nordic smile, "I dropped Mikayla a little hint." Now, I have always liked trannies. Sure, girls get me off, but I have never had as much pleasure as when I have bucked a pretty young tranny. Call me a pervert if you want, I can't give a fucking damn. Reasons? You want reasons? Fuck you. As Kim brought the drinks around, Kristina smiled at Mikayla, "Yes, my dear, give us a show." In a flash, she had unzipped my pants and had got my dong out. She looked at me, licked her lips and drawing the foreskin back, so slowly, it took a few seconds till my bulb lay exposed, bent down, giving me a last look before with the deftest of motions, she gave my bulb one teeny lick. "Lean back and don't stir a muscle," she warned. The foreskin drawn back, using her teeth, she carefully, scraped the underside of the glans of my penis, beginning at the head, descending to the base, son of a bitch, she had it, had it, had it all, all eleven inches, slobbering a little as she rose again. Again, she met my eye. "Just keep on talking, Carl," Jim said to me. Over the next ten minutes, against all my urge, I did my all to try to talk some sense, as a fucking hot tranny bitch gave me a slooow warm, sloppy blowjob. About the time I felt I was going to come, she sense my excitement and got onto her knees on the carpet before the couch, it was clear what she wanted. I stood up, a couple of jerks got me ready and in measured, unhurried strokes, I spurted all over her face. I turn from the wheel and said to Jim, "Jim, remember thanksgiving when you got me over to your house and I sprayed Mikayla's face in public view?" Jim remembered only too well. * Jim That was something. I exchanged phone calls with Kristina, who I have known since high school days around once a couple of months. I knew she had married this Hispanic dude, a civil engineer and from what she told me, he was the sweetest guy in the world. She seemed quite happy with him, though I sensed that she wanted a bit of excitement in her life. She knew about my swinger parties, but had seemed reluctant, not knowing what Michael would thing, or perhaps she was too old world for that. So I would do my spiel, you need to mix things up a little, she probably took this as me being provocative rather than sage advice. But around a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving, she called me up with some peculiar news. It had all begun a month earlier when they were sitting together thinking about what being married for five years meant and had decided to try a little exploration. Now this had set the ball rolling till the whole mountain was in move. They had tried a little dressing up till Michael would kick off his shoes each night and get into a lace peignoir before you could say come get me. That is quite a story but I'll leave it for another time. I tried to console her but she said that they had been having mind blowing girl girl sex. Now, in my experience, I have seen some damn peculiar things and this was by no means the top of the list. So I told her all seemed hunky dory and she agreed, all she wanted was an ear. I had an idea, my parents had cancelled their visit up for Thanksgiving, I told her, would she be interested in a little party for Thanksgiving, we could have en drag. She grew excited about it, it would be their first trip out together dressed up and lost no time in accepting. A week later I told her that I had also invited Carl who was cool with it but not one to be trifled with and she had no problems. Next day I told her Carl had this thing for trannies and she told me she would be at our place a couple of hours earlier than she had planned for. Her husband has gone from shy unwilling crossdresser to horny slut in four weeks flat and I laughed when I tried to think how Carl and Mikayla, her new name would face off. Half an hour after a light dinner, she was kneeling on the floor, face up as Carl spurted carefully over her face, coating it thickly and evenly from his fire hydrant of a cuntkilla. The girls, Kim and Kristina clapped and Kristina got down beside her, spooning the cum carefully into Mikayla's mouth, which she glugged down and got up proud as a hen to repair her streaked face while Carl and I shook our heads in amazement. Carl invited us for his annual new year's eve getaway at his lodge in the isle of shoals and we accepted all of us, but Mikayla was the first to nod her pretty little fucking head. * Kim Kristina drove the dildo in hard into Mikayla. She screamed very softly, "Ohhhh, ohhhh, fuck me, ahhhhh." I got on the couch and she started licking my ass again. Kristina was really pounding her very hard but she was enjoying it very much. She began to dig her tongue into my ass. And she drew her tongue and sucked. After a minute, I turned over and she licked my cunt now. Kristina was really pounding her now. To keep from screaming, she ate my pussy with all her effort. I have never been eaten so furiously before. After pounding her for some, Kristina pulled Mikayla back by her hair hard and she rose, with the dildo in her hand. Kristina slapped Mikayla both cheeks, but not very hard. "You fucking bitch, you are a whore, are you not?" Mikayla replied, "I am, I lay for a dollar, I am a worthless piece of shit. My mother was a whore, I am sissy boy slut in a dress, I am a cock sucking whore." I was getting very hot and got even hotter when Kristina made Mikayla suck the dildo she had just removed from her ass. "Do you want to taste your ass," Kristina asked. Mikayla nodded. "Say that again," Kristina said. "I want to taste my ass," Mikayla said. Kristina then again and again dug the dildo into her ass and then took it out and put it in Mikayla's mouth. Each time she called her a bitch and slapped her. It was so much fun! I did it too, digging the dildo into Mikayla's ass and feeding to her. I called her a slut and slapped her too. This new year trip was turning out to be fun! * Kristina After about fifteen minutes of ass ravaging, Mikayla came. I made her palm her cum and made her lick it up. Carl and Jim were leering from outside the window, lust in their eyes. I looked at Jim, six feet one and extremely athletic and then at Carl, six feet five and a knot of muscle, with eyes only for Mikayla and wondered if she would survive the pounding they were going to give her that night. Jim had told me about this linebacker friend of his we were to meet at Thanksgiving and er, he had an eye for trannies. Mikayla already strutting her lines on the stage needed no prompting and dressed up her sluttiest as we tinkled over at an unreasonably early hour for the thanksgiving dinner, at half past one I think. She flirted with the men, had them at their call. Carl was besotted at first glance and the looks he gave Mikayla were brazen and direct. But soon Jim was hooked too. The bitch had all the tricks in the book. She dropped her shawl, leaned over for the shaker and brushed against Carl's shoulder, laid her hand on Jim's when she asked him where the restroom was. In a couple of hours, the men's breathing had become laboured and I had Kim to myself. What a woman! Jim had told me of his expedition to Hanoi over the phone but this was the first time I had met her. She sparkled in a way I can only dream of doing, a warmth cascading out of her, I saw innocence, eagerness, agility, ability, someone who had done it all and none of the dirt had stuck. We talked about this and that, in the bonhomie that followed, I felt extraordinary warmth, companionship, eagerness for company. A little after dinner, Mikayla had begun her whore slut activities, blowing off Carl, getting his cum all over her face, a quick make up session and she was there again, cuddling Jim as Carl recharged. A blowjob followed anal sex and another blowjob and another round of anal sex. All this passed in a haze as I sat by Kim, marvelling at her lithe little body, wonderful dark, warm eyes, her perfectly proportioned breast, pointed and a little narrow, her full, oh so impossibly full luscious red lips. We petted each other as we confided, we smoothened the other's dress, we kissed. Kim today is clad in a black chiffon gown with thick shoulder straps under which she wears a black bra of the sheerest lace. She is dressed conservatively but elegantly to keep in tune with the theme of the night. Her nails are painted an elegant vermilion and her make up is minimal for in truth she needs little. She wears silver earrings of an antique make that tinkle ever so slightly as she walks. Her hair is loose and combed carefully down along the side of her face and sways in rhythm with the small steps of her walk. I smile as I think of the night we will have to ourselves at the holiday retreat. * Mikayla I come after many minutes of savage pounding, I gather my cum and lick my hands clean, Carl raps on the window, he has a wolfish smile, I lean back, beckon to him, he listens at the door, I gurgle my own cum, swallow it. In a couple of minutes, announces we will be docking in a minute. The moment we are docked, Carl strides in, "I am not man enough to wait," he winks. We get our coats on, walk down the gangplank on the private dock. The house is dark but Carl flicks a switch on a remote control and the door begins to slide open. Snow flurries have started and Carl generously wraps his sable around me as I teeter on my heels in the uncertain slope of the granite paved path. The house is obscured by the light of the lamps by the side of the path, but is built in odd angles and is inset with windows of different shapes. We hurry over, Carl first, then myself, then Jim, then the girls, who are huddling in mutual warmth. I have watched them make love, there are no two ways about it. I know how it will be, the prelude was a little something to get them calmed down. They will sit in wicker chairs by the fire and talk. In stages, they will come closer, their hands will cross, they will talk of more intimate things, then closer, they will gently, oh so gently uncover the other, then in stages, they will come to the bed. The love making of Kim and Kristina is one of the most delicate and beautiful things I have seen, a gentle string quarter, that slowly, but so slowly rises, determined and serene, till they climax together in a crescendo that is as magnificent as it is sudden. We enter, into a wide hallway leads off into a variety of rooms, one with a group of computers, one a small movie theater across two levels, a large workout room. * Carl I was so fucking hot that I nearly missed the last step and decapitated myself. The main door to the house is set a couple of feet below the earth, so that the observation lounge could be built. The lodge is build half on a little promontory, on a line of rocks that juts out into the ocean. There is a large lounge, with the upper storey looking out on the waters, at the lower level, winter waves, highest around Christmas, crash against the plate glass, giving a dizzying sense of immersion. There are two bedrooms, or fuck lounges, I should say, diagonally across from one another, with glass walls, so one can see from one to the other. The first bedroom is ten feet above the water, the other is a couple of feet below. From one, we look out at the water crashing at our feet, we are captains and helmsmen, in the other, which the ladies like, they tremble as the waves crash all about them, they find each other to keep out the roaring. The cleaning crew had been here earlier from Portsmouth and have left the house in impeccable trim. I had left a note saying that I was having guests over for a very unconventional new year getaway and would they go over their work twice? The idea of the sea lounge was borrowed from a bad spy thriller but makes the house stand out like none other. There is no time for a prelude, I toss Mikayla a halter that she puts on, glowing with lust, she has been preparing for this night for a while. * Jim Carl has quite a winner for this house of his. A massive lounge with seats of different appointments on different levels looks out on the sea. The lounge is forty feet high and the line of the water ten feet high. Depending on ones inclination, one can sit high above to see the sea surf or down below and watch the water heave against the wall which must surely collapse. The lounge is decorated with paintings of battle scenes, reprints of old masters, that Carl had inherited from the previous owner of the house when he had purchased the place. I laugh as Carl tosses Mikayla a halter that she has trouble putting on, I tighten the strap with a jerk and she smiles, "Thank you, big boy." Carl has the whole fucking set up planned. We fuck Mikayla in the upper fuckspot, Kim and Kristina have their violins and cellos in the room downstairs and across. We can see the other do easily, the walls are glass. It is going to be rough fuck night upstairs and swan sex downstairs. I have seen Kim and Kristina go about their act together and have been amazed by how subtly erotic it is. The motions are fluid and graceful, they float about each other like feathers in the wind, they touch and they do not touch. With exquisite detail, they describe each others body, seeking out the million erogenous zones of the body of a woman in prime. They exchange soft conversation, brushing across each other's lips. I smile as I think of observing them while we rape the shit out this hooker to beat all hookers. * Kim Carl's house is a very interesting place. The walls are decorated with gas burners in different glasses and they make wonderful shadows all around. There are many different paintings, but my favourite ones are a series of paintings of rose gardens in full bloom. All this is however, so very unimportant, tonight, now is not the time for reflection, I have other things on my mind. I take Kristina to the downstairs bedroom by the hand. The men are going to have animal sex tonight. That is fun to watch, but I have a princess by my side. Jim had told me about Kristina who was in the same high school as he was. He called her the most beautiful woman he had seen. He had never been attracted to her because he only liked Vietnamese girls. I found that very funny. Kristina is like the blonde princesses I always used to see in my books of fairy tales in childhood. Her long blonde hair is usually tied up but now, it is loose and falls around her face. Her eyes are the deepest blue I have seen and I could swim in them away to heaven. She exudes warmth. She is dressed in a velvet burgundy gown that suggests something soft, rich. It beautifully offsets her wonderful shoulders. Her back is a motion in play, her neck is thin and slender. I peek in and see her breasts are held by a half bra of filmy blue. I see she is wearing a waist cincher, enhancing her wonderfully feminine proportions. * Kristina Kim leads me to a bedroom on the ground floor. It presents a fascinating contrast between the plate glass holding out the sea and the oak of two other three walls, in one of them, to the left of the glass wall a deep fireplace is set in which pine logs are kindling. A fourth wall that looks out to the lounge and to the bedroom diagonally opposite is also of glass. Kim tells me that is so that we can observe the others and they can observe us. I like the idea. To see two full grown studs rape my husband dressed as a dame is sure to be fun. Large pots of fresh geraniums line a mantelpiece and pictures of snow clad mountains guard the walls. A soft carpet, that we sink into at each tread, beige coloured, that we take our shoes off to enjoy the more covers the floor. The bed is a large four poster that is covered by coverlets of the sheerest linen, soft pillows stuffed with real feathers, Kim whispers to me, lie at the head of the bed. Kim leads me to a bedroom on the ground floor. It is extremely well appointed, my heart leaps with delight at the snug fireplace in the wall opposite the sea. I had no idea Michael would turn out the way he did in a month and a half. Michael had crossdressed tentatively at the beginning when we had started playing sex games around our anniversary, but to go to en femme at Halloween and then to full blown slut at Thanksgiving to whore for hire and more at new year was quite a progression. I am in the mood for a soft sensual evening with Kim as we arouse each other with words, then touches and only at the very end tongues. But to see Mikayla at the same time brutally raped by two hot studs, screaming and delirious, enjoying every moment, might make extremely enjoyable, exquisite. * Mikayla We have the whole fucking weekend in front of us. Today is new year's eve, Friday night and we are here till Monday, that means three fucking nights of me sucking and them fucking. To go from man with wife to whore getting one in the ass and one is the mouth in a month and a half is quite something, but so what, fuck that! We are starting out on a high, Carl leads me into the room with the fucking halter that he has picked out. Despite a six foot five stud leading me on a chain and a six foot one hunk walking by me with three fingers up my ass, I still feel in control. I realise what it is to be a woman fucking a fuck machine, outweighed by a hundred pounds if muscle and still feel like she is running the show. I was a slim, handsome man but that feeling of power, Jesus, I never had. I have barely begun the night and Carl and Jim are yet to jack off once. "You break all the fucking rules and you still need to wait to strip off," mutters Jim. "Not with me," I twist and turning to him, unzip his pants. He thrusts his fingers that had been in my ass to my mouth and I take them in, sucking on them for good effort. As his pants are off, I tug at his briefs with my teeth, drawing them down to his ankles that he steps out of as he reaches the double fucking king sized bed in the middle of the room. I tickle the underside of his foreskin with my right hand and cup his balls with my left. As I slide the skin back, I stoop and devour his balls, first one testicle, then both, till I have swallowed the whole damn thing. Drawing the foreskin back and forth, I guzzle on his balls as he releases his breath in a "Ahhhh." Removing my hand from his cock and my mouth from around his balls, I reach back to Carl who has come up behind me and tickle the base of his shaft while I nibble at the short fuzz on the underside of Jim's balls. I shift attention to Carl, laving his balls carefully while I score a line along Jim's shaft with the carefully done fingernail of my index finger. Carl tastes acrid in his impatience and high excitement. "What do you want, studs?" "Everything," says Carl. "You ass and your mouth," says Jim. "All you want and more." Jim arranges me with my head hanging over the side of the bed, that sits a good two and a half feet high, perfect reverse cock sucking height, did Carl design this all, the sick bastard? Jim slides his fully engorged cock into my mouth, my lips slide over his shaft, the cock goes deeper, past the uvula, the opening of the throat till it nestles an inch into my throat. He has sprayed himself as every with an impossible to place cologne and scent and the blended flavours drive me to distraction. The gag reflex acts up, but I react, keeping breathing, though it takes me all my will, the tickle is horrible, but I tell myself, when people die of oxygen starvation, the last sense is one of euphoria. Five Into Three Does Not Go Carl wait for me to strip him off, I grapple with his buckle, no, I cannot, no, it is free and now for his briefs. Impaled on Jim's cock, I flail at his shorts, I have them off, I have them down to his knees, he steps out of them easily, as ever, I shudder at the sight of his Thor's hammer, that I see from the corner of my eye, as I struggle to look away from Jim's stiff balls nestling on my nose. * Carl The bitch gets my briefs off and I am snap on the bed, drawing her knees apart and backward till her golden pussy comes into view. Jim tosses me the lubricant and a couple of drops on the the fingers of my right hand, I slide my index finger in. The bitch goes, "Grnkrnkrn" stuck high up on Jim's cock. In goes the middle finger, I spend half a minute sliding the fingers in, letting the muscles relax. She pulls the cock out of her mouth, "Get in, I am waiting." "Patience," I growl and thwack her butt with both palms, three fingers in now. I drive it in deeper than I ever have, deeper still, till I can go no further, I am knuckle deep and wanting. The bitch is back with he nose by Jim's testicles and he goes in even deeper, letting the fuzz on his balls grizzle the bitches' lips. "Time," I call and pulling out my fingers, snap the halter, the bitch comes up and I feed her my fingers, which she devours greedily. I wrap my hands around the side of her head and position myself with the head of my cock an inch from her mouth. With one fluid movement, I insert it into her mouth, she does not have to purse her lips, she holds a large circle to offer the entry resistance, I am plunging into the honey pot, only it is the mouth of a consummate whore. I play out one of my pet fantasies, she keeps her mouth, offering some resistance, some let and I spear her through and through. In a single motion I enter her, all fucking eleven inches of big brother and at full penetration, keep it there, watching Mikayla fighting her gag reflex till she grows purple in the face and withdraw it as smoothly as it had come. Each time, she sputters and drools a whole load of saliva. Again and again, I fucker her throat, her eyes have gone from circles of pleasure to watery and her pupils are dilated. I check that she is all right, "All right, baby?" "Harder, you fuckers," she whispers. Jim is getting his dong into her too. In goes it into her ass and stays there, till we strike up a rhythm. Jim drives his cock as deep as it can go and as he withdraws it, I enter, my cock is in when Jim's is out and then as I remove mine, Jim enters. There I am, in the room above the waves, some seaweed reaches the glass, the water pulls it back, the waves thunder down below, strike up, retreat. After a couple of minutes, we exchange positions. Jim drives his cock covered with her fucking ass juice into her throat, she devours it hungrily, her wanton ways get me fucking even harder. On a frat trip to Brazil in my freshman year of college, we hung out on the beach, chugging bears, inviting girls to the bonfire we started going in the night. By the time the fires burnt high, each dude was swaying with a girl and I had my choice of three. I went with a long legged chick with hair down to her hip, with a kicker of an ass who looked like raw sex. I took her to the mat the beach emptied, but she tried to be coy. "Do you have any secrets?" she asked. "Only one and that is eleven inches long," I said. She smiled and for the first time, there was a sad look in her eyes, "Carl, I have to go, I have a secret I cannot reveal." Now I had heard from others about ladyboys in Brazil and I joked, "No secrets, baby. You are smoking hot and I don't care if your father is the chief of police or you a ladyboy." She flushed, started in surprise, I saw it all, I took her to the ground. * Kim We are in a wonderful room. I have been here once two years ago, but then I was only with Jim. Carl had made love to a man-woman in his room then. It was Christmas two years ago. . The powerful sea crashes against the wall to my right. We sit in velvet covered armchairs by the fireplace and talk. I tell her of the first woman who was my lover. "I used to dance at a club in Saigon and after the dances, I would meet people. One night, a very rich man and a girl came to meet me in the lounge behind the cabaret room. The man was old and bald but very rich. The woman was very beautiful, she was dressed in a very expensive dress of gold brocade and her hair was loose. She had a perfectly oval face that in Vietnam is considered to be very beautiful. She moved like a fawn and when she walked, her steps fell silently. She was wearing a priceless diamond earring and was very cultured. The man was silent and we women talked. The man was wearing a very carefully knotted tie and this gave me a suspicion. He did not look at my breasts or my exposed thighs, but looked at us talking. I had a suspicion but I had never been with a woman before. It was not that I did not like women but I found them somehow meek. In America, it is so different. This woman was very different. Her hair was not tied like men ask girlfriends to tie their hair. She walked proudly and royally. Though she was very beautiful and feminine, she did not keep her gaze low but looked me in the eyes and kept her hands out of her lap. I was interested in the matter. We talked about many different things, dragon boats, Korean women, western dance and Samoan food. She was extremely cultured and intelligent. But she was not a geisha girl or a kept woman. She was a painter. After some time, I had forgotten about the old man. The only thing I could see was her clear beauty and the only thing I could hear was her sweet, controlled voice. I asked her who the old man was. He was not at all upset. He told me that he was happy that I liked Ming San. Ming San told him that she liked me too. I understood. I did not mind. I realised I wanted to become close to this gorgeous woman and kiss her. We spent the whole night making slow love. The man watched but did not speak. I had never felt such bliss before. Sex with men was like a sport. But this was something completely different. So beautiful, so fulfilling." * Jim We fuck the bitch for ten minutes and come together, Carl in her ass, me in her mouth. As she swallows, I tell her, "Slut, you have a second load to swallow." She smirks and I flay her ass cheeks as she dribbles the cum from her ass into a shot glass, her ass crack waxes and shrivels as she gets her cum out carefully, not a drop wasted. Up she drinks it, leaving a smear of semen on her cheeks, strikes up a fucking peacock pose. Carl and I pour each other a daiquiri and the slut takes a Martini. We walk to the glass wall and survey the scene below. Out of a corner of an eye, I had seen the two ladies chat each other up, armchairs and red wine, facing half the fireplace and the sea wall. The waves crash foamily all around. They are talking, slowly, evenly, I can hear them, their careful, protracted foreplay. Kristina is caressing Kim's right arm with her smooth bare left, two expensive, refined ladies dressed in chiffon and pearls. Their rhythm is as assiduous as it is particular. Their sessions always consist of a frenzied opening, followed by a very andante session when they get closer and closer till they begin their steady, inexorable climb to a sharp and unexpected climax. I can almost hear them talking softly and murmuringly as they exchange caresses and compliments. Even as I watch, Kristina, the blonde princess lays her drink aside, rustles up her skirt and rising, bends over Kim, gives her a soft, delicate, dream hazy kiss and smiles resplendently. * Kristina As we sit in the lee of the thundering waves that crash and spume on the wall by our side, I listen to Kim describe simply and elegantly the first time she had known a woman. It was an incredibly sophisticated woman in Vietnam who was a painter. As I caressed her bosom, she described with soft motions their lovemaking, she likened it to walking through a lightening forest in a warm early autumn breeze. I looked at this gorgeous creature by my side, an exotic beauty from across the world, sensuous and coolly assured and remembered that a month and a half ago, I was the happy but limited wife of an engineer and worked in a public library. I love Michael, despite all his late Mikayla antics, no, perhaps more so now than I did earlier. I have been observing the orgy going on in the room across the lounge, the studs have walked her back to the bed and she frenziedly rims first Carl and then Jim as the other pounds her eager ass. Ass to mouth, ass to mouth again and yet again, some of the most violent sex I have seen, it is crude, vulgar and horribly violent but arousing, oh god yes! But I realise with pleasure that I would so much rather be across the room, seated by a gorgeous girl on a love seat and caress her in endless foreplay. After Mikayla started dressing up, we would have nightly sessions of girl girl sex and as we learnt the rules, I very quickly began to enjoy it to the full extent. We could have doll sex all night long and we would be fresh for another bout in the mornings. When I had sex with men, I would always have the sense of tumescence, of sucking out the life essence out of the male. While all the time, I was the subservient in bed. With a woman, I felt a growing warmth in me, of love that created, not exchanged, a feeling of ascension, sex was no longer even remotely disgusting, there were no longer any revulsions, I was clean, full and expressive, I was free. * Mikayla "Harder, fuckers, harder," I scream as Jim savages my ass with all the effort I can muster. I grit my teeth and nearly bite my tongue out as he dispatches one ferocious bolt after another. I am licking Carl's ass, he sits lightly on my face his massive balls nestling on my nose, he bucks my face, sinking and rising in the soft eiderdown. Jim holds my legs apart to get the maximum dilation from my asshole. Carl is playing with my fake boobs, now my smooth shave armpits, now, he massages my beck till I come close to choking. Jim now removes his cock from deep within my ass and turns me over till my head hangs over the edge of the bed and Carl rapes the shit out of me harder than even Jim did. Jim is feeding me his cock, he bitch slaps me again and again as I contort to get it all in. Now he turns me over again, Carl gets me to grab my ankles to get my feet apart and continues his manic plunges. We are all losing sense of ourselves, the frenzy of the sex is getting to us and each one is goading the other one on. Jim has no more control of himself, I hope it does come to bruises, but the thought passes easily. He bunches up my hair and grabbing it, drives me up and down his cock again. His face is savage and contorted, I look at a mirror, mine is similarly unrecognisable. Only, Carl continues his fucking stately as ever, but even his face is tense his eyes are perfectly round. Jim jerks me off and on, he bunches my hair again and makes me go even harder on is cock, he was spent a few minutes ago but he is ready to cum again. None of us by know what we are doing, there is mayhem all around. I grab his testicles and give them a pucky bite. I rip at his ass with my carefully done fingernails, I go for Carl's face. * Kim I draw Kristina with me to the king sized bed. I feel light, oh so light, I cannot say. We sit on our knees and explore the others faces and bodies with our lips. I kiss her all over. I go around her. I am worshipping at the temple of a great and beautiful goddess. I kiss her lips. I kiss her eyes, her hair, her ears, the back of her neck, her shoulders, the arch of her spine. I kiss lower, the back of her waist, her ass, the inside of he thighs, I move through her to and her knees. Her thighs, her pussy, her triangle, I brace myself and pass my tongue over her navel. I rise and kiss between her breasts, I look into her deep blue eyes and kiss her nipples, I rub them slowly, pull at them, she is whispering, "Tongue my nipples," I tongue her nipples. * Carl Mikayla is scratching, Jim nearly snaps her neck off as he pulls her up by her hair and spits a huge ball of spew into her face, she goes for him again. He grabs her hands in one of his and opening her mouth spits into it. I get into the act too, unleashing another salvo into her face. I get a kick in my balls for thanks. I lose control of myself, I spit again, in to her nose, Jim goes ballistic in her ass, sweat pours down my face as I go on a dance of death, pounding her throat, Mikayla is now rag doll, now a writhe of limbs under me and still she screams, "Ahhhhh, harder, cocksuckers, cummmmmm, trghngghnghgn, moooooooore." I am slapping her, Jim is thrashing at her, she is scratching me all over, it is a miracle I don't get my dick chopped off or she doesn't get bones broken, but I am past all caring, there is fire in my eyes and the room has begun to rotate around me. * Jim I am running past the entire back line to make the winning touchdown that wins the super bowl, I am going two hundred miles a hour in a Ferrari F50, I am in free fall, skydiving, heroin is coursing in my veins, we are high above the waves, I am the ruler of the seas, I scream as I come, I hear Carl and Mikayla scream too, we come together. Carl is going berserk, he has face to him, he is spitting, he giving her a pink eye, I grab her pretty nostrils, give her a snort, paint her lips, we are cumming, spitting, dripping sweat over her face, hair, breasts, she is drooling, I smear the gob all over her face, Carl messes up her hair, she is moaning in pure pleasure on the floor. The women are twined on the bed, they have begun to climax, Carl flicks a switch, I hear their moans rise in pitch, shrill, now shriller, surely the glass will break. * Kristina After Kim finishes kissing me all over, I go over, even more thoroughly. I kiss the fragrant yellow flesh of her calves, I run a thin line with my tongue, starting at her little toe upward, around and around, in spiral fashion around her thighs, I linger at her vulva, up around her midriff to her breasts where I linger again. I run my hand through her smooth, silky hair, I knead her scalp, drawing her down to my cunt, she bathes it, enters, massaging my buttocks all the time. Never have I got such pleasure when a man tongued me, never in all my life. Michael came from a very patriarchal family, he was conceding enough, but I remember the effort he had to make to overcome natural tendencies. He would take his time in responding when I looked at him, he only return caress for caress, he would tongue me but only if I asked. I like him dressing up as Mikayla because, I realise deep down, it was some sort of revenge. The men are pounding her with all they can, I feel their sexual frenzy but express myself with the grace that I have come to so like. I raise Kim and I taste myself as we explore each others tongues with our own. Our smooth, shiny bodies slither past each others', I feel the susurration of slow drawn deep felt pleasure, resisting but yielding, her supple flesh tingles as I touch the inside of her armpits, the skin under he navel, the inside of her lip, the back of her knee, the interstices between her toes, the folds of her cunt as I peel back layer, after layer, through the wonderful mound of shaven flesh that beckons all the more, the more it is revealed. We make love, unhurriedly, time has ceased to pass, the room is turning golden, I hear the distant trill of nightingales across the fields of sagebrush and thyme, we come together. * Mikayla I am a total mess. Every muscle in my body aches, there is goo in my eye, spunk on my face, my hair is a mess, my makeup is smeared, cameras have been rolling, I will see myself later and go dizzy with thrill as I see myself used as a piece of meat. I am there, prone, on my knees, two studs half my size have shot their load all over me and yet, and yet, I have run the show, I have the two around my finger and can do what I want. For the first time, I realise the extraordinary power a beautiful woman has over men, any men at all, how they are but puppets on a string, how she has them by their cocks, how she can use their lust to rule them completely. I smile. Kristina and Kim come up the stairs, they are naked and glow with the pride that comes after a fulfilling bout of love making. Carl feels their asses as Jim kisses first Kristina and Kim. Jim looks at Kristina, but she shakes her head and points at me. I see them through the haze, Kristina inserts first one, then two, then three, then four, now all her fingers are in my ass. Kim has her head between my legs, three sucks are all I need to come into her mouth. I spurt and spurt and spurt, I cannot stop spurting, Kristina is quickly down there, getting the rest into her mouth as well. Together, they somehow manage to get all the cum in their mouths. After swallowing a few dollops, Kim and Kristina swap the cum carefully for ever it seems, I hear a yes, first Kim and then Kristina coat my face with a final layer of cum. There is now total silence in the room, even the waves are quietening, I fancy I can hear the distant pierce of a sail boat whistle as I collapse utterly, Carl walks up to the CD player and puts on a version of Auld Lang Syne, the four, the room, the bed vanishes in a slow fade.