Elliott Mabeuse - Triad

Gena finished unbuttoning me and I rolled onto my side as the jeans were pulled off my hips, never relinquishing the hold my mouth had achieved on Sandy’s right tit.

Gena pulled them down and off and I heard more than saw as they left by aerial route to join my jacket, shirt and boots. Then Gena’s mouth was next to mine and I turned my head long enough to kiss her. She obliged me and then flicked her tongue hard across the nipple I had been savaging. She made eye contact with me and we both smiled.

Sandy’s back arched hard off the floor as she felt a mouth on both sides of her chest at the same time and her breathing sharpened as my love and I refused to show her mercy. Somewhere inside of me a kernel of disbelief still resisted as I glanced over at the girl I loved more that any other helping me pleasure a friend I had daydreamed about for months.

Gena gave me another quick peck and then moved over to Sandy’s other tit in a series of small wet kisses. Sandy thrashed back and forth beneath us as we began a small competition, both of us trying to outdo the other and make Sandy react more to what we were doing instead of what the other was up to at that moment.

I let my hand trail down the center of her stomach to the top of the tap pants, only to find that Gena’s hand was already there, thrust beneath the silk and moving rapidly.

An element of competition started to enter my demeanor and I decided that I had to one up Gena. I sucked Sandy’s nipple hard into the back of my throat and did all I could to swallow it whole for a couple of moments. Then I released her breast and began to kiss my way down to where Gena’s hand was making such an impact.

I rocked back on my knees so that I was sitting up with my heels beneath me.

The scene beneath me was something I could not have painted if you had given me all the brushes and paints I wanted and left me with a thousand years in which to learn.

Perhaps Da Vinci had seen something like it and come up with the Mona Lisa’s smile.

Sandy was laying on her back in the middle of the quilts and Gena was continuing to ravish her breast while her left hand was beneath the blue of the pants Sandy still wore. I knelt beside them with my left hand holding Sandy’s right and the tips of my right hand’s fingers making slight gentle circles on Sandy’s thigh. I squeezed Sandy’s hand and released it. She briefly made eye contact with me before moving her now free hand to the back of Gena’s head.

I moved my hand to the sides of the tap pants and pulled them down. Sandy lifted her hips briefly to allow the motion and I got my first glimpse of her pussy. Her blond hair had been trimmed shorter around her lips, but not to the extreme of Gena’s.

Her hair was darker here than that on her head, but only so much so that the difference could easily be attributed to the sun. Her tan lines here were much more pronounced than her breasts and it was obvious that Sandy spent at least some of her sunbathing time topless.

Gena’s fingers were making small circles around Sandy’s clit while occasionally dipping down to run along the length of her cunt. When she did this I could see the glisten of Sandy’s arousal on her fingers. I settled on an idea, and lifted Sandy’s leg so that her toes were presented to my lips. I nibbled gently on her toes and then started to work my way home.

As I worked my way up Sandy’s leg with a lick, bite and kiss pattern I could feel and hear her breathing enter a rhythm and I thought I knew what it meant. I ducked under Sandy’s leg and watched as Gena’s fingers flicked across the button at the top of Sandy’s pussy. I moved my face in close and exhaled the breath I had been holding so that Sandy felt the warmth of it a moment before I tasted her. I ran my tongue from bottom to top, where I paused to suck my girlfriend’s finger for just a moment before returning to my main target. I ran the tip of my tongue completely around her, trying to feel every little nook and cranny. Meanwhile, Gena continued to suck on her nipples and play with her clitoris. Sandy’s breathing was getting faster and I recognized the approaching storm.

I thrust my tongue as deep into Sandy’s pussy as I could get it. I ran my hands up the back of her legs to grab her cheeks and lifted her hips off the ground to grind her into my face. All the time I kept lapping with the tip of my tongue to try and reach new places inside of her. I felt more than saw or heard as Gena’s hand went to cup Sandy’s other breast.

Sandy’s hands were now tangled in my hair and pushing me down. Her silence was broken by a deep moaning sigh and then a series of staccato gasps, increasing in pitch as they did in volume. All illusion of my being in control was gone as her hips bucked across my face and it was all I could do to continue to breathe. Her orgasm culminated with a hard upward thrust and she lifted both me and her hips clean off the floor as she gave a ragged gasping moan and her thighs clamped down over my ears so tightly as to even hurt a little. The strong whip was followed by a few aftershocks that slowly subsided in length and intensity.

As my vision cleared and the blood rushed back into my head, I looked up at two smiling faces. Sandy had the bemused look of someone who was just happy with the world and wanted to enjoy it, but Gena had a different look. Some of it was the look I had come to associate with Gena and sex, a look that made me think of the smile someone has a few minutes after they get off a roller coaster, when they can still remember how it felt but they are just beginning to look forward to the next ride. The other part could only be described as pride. A teacher’s pride in her student. She wasn’t jealous or upset that I had just had my face buried in another girl’s pussy, just proud that I had done well at it.

Sandy spoke first. “Oh my fucking god! I swear I haven’t felt like that in years, if ever. That was the wildest thing!” She broke off and pulled Gena down for a kiss while I pulled myself up next to her. I just watched as the two of them kissed each other and it was at that point that I realized something. Just as Gena had shown no jealousy of me going down on Sandy, I was feeling no anxiety as they kissed each other. Which reminded me of something I had thought a few minutes before.

“Um, so how long? I mean, you know, I had no idea, I just…”

Gena saved me from my nervous talking syndrome. “You mean when did your girlfriend seduce your best friend? About two weeks ago. That night you had to close and Sandy gave me a ride home. We talked forever, and Missy fell asleep, and you were working…”

“Are you mad Lance?” Sandy asked me. I think she knew better and I know Gena did, but she still asked. She seemed a little uncertain, and with a moment’s thought I realized that it was only half about me. Gena really had “seduced” my best friend. A story I would get out of Gena later. “It just kinda happened. I was going to tell you, but Gena wanted to make it a surprise and…”

“Do I look mad?” I leaned in and kissed first her and then Gena. “I’m thrilled.

Don’t you know how long I’ve wanted to get between your legs?”

“She knows. She has known the whole time.” Gena pulled me down and laid down next to me so that I was lying in between the two girls. “And she’s wanted you too.

For just about as long. But she didn’t want to be your first. Something about a sense of responsibility and decorum. Something I obviously am not troubled by.”

“Thank god,” I said, turning first left and then right to kiss them both. “What’s that line at the very end of Casablanca? The one about friendships?”

“Oh no,” groaned Gena with a false dismay, “Don’t start that. Not hear and not now. Put that mouth back to work doing better things.” Gena pulled my head down into her chest.