Elliott Mabeuse - Triad

I knew that Gena sometimes became so sensitive right after cumming that it could actually be painful if I was too aggressive. I quit concentrating directly on the knob under her little hood but continued to lick hard around it and to noisily slurp her lips into my mouth to be sucked and gently nibbled. I was rewarded as her movements continued and thought that maybe…yes! I could feel it. I kept my face buried as her thighs squeezed hard on the sides of my chin and I felt more than heard her give out three or four sounds that were almost small high-pitched screams. Her legs squeezed me tighter now and suddenly she bucked her hips against me and I was no longer in control. She ground her pussy hard into my mouth and fucked my face wildly for a few moments. It was all I could do to grab a few hard won breaths.

The sights and sounds in front of her must have inspired Sandy, for I felt her back arch to drive her hips down hard against me and I heard again the series of high pitched air gulping gasps. It was more drawn out this time and as they began to subside I felt Sandy settle her hip rocking into a quick steady motion. I suspected her intent, and as Gena lifted away from me and allowed herself to collapse on the quilt beside us my suspicions were confirmed.

Sandy was staring into my eyes and as Gena slipped aside she leaned down to kiss me, thrusting her tongue hard into my mouth. I returned the French kiss with 251

enthusiasm, although my jaws and mouth were beginning to feel a bit sore. I had a little spot on the bottom of my tongue where it felt like I might have cut myself against my own teeth.

My hands slipped down to grasp the twin globes of Sandy’s ass and I added my own urgency to the rhythm she was building. I began to lift my hips to meet hers and the urgency began to build as I focused on my own pleasure for the moment. Sandy lay forward onto my chest and let me pound into her. After a few moments she began to kiss my chest and neck and her breathing began to quicken once again. Despite the signs that I might be able to push her over the edge again, I knew that this time there was no way I could deny the explosion I felt building.

Sandy smiled and propped herself up on her arms over me and then did something inside. It felt like she had grabbed me harder, and the extra tightness was more than I could stand. The muscles in my legs shot straight out and locked and the first spurt of my cum pulsed into her. Sandy gave a slight gasp and moved forward and then cum was arching into the air above her and landing on her back. Gena began to laugh; it seemed to me I had shot half my body weight onto Sandy’s ass and back.

My eyes closed as a series of small shivers ran down my body. Sandy kissed me gently around my lips and cheeks and I opened my eyes to look deep into the blue eyes of the girl I had dreamed about doing this to for months. Sandy had no words, she just smiled, and I knew she was thinking pretty much the same thing.

Meanwhile, Gena had a fit of the giggles next to us. “Oh, Lance, it’s even in her hair! We may have to clean the ceiling! That was awesome! But I think a shower is in order. Why did you pull out? Sandy has her diaphragm in, I watched her do it.”

“I didn’t,” I answered, a little confused, “I wasn’t capable of even thinking about it right then.”

“No,” said Sandy, “I did it. I wanted to feel it. I always like to feel it on my skin. I don’t know why, it just feels exciting, kind of slutty. I especially like it on my face and tits, but there was no time for that.” I’m not sure how it was possible for someone who had just done the things she had to feel that embarrassed about a little thing, but Sandy, who I had never been able to make blush, was bright red.

“Oh baby,” said Gena, leaning over to give Sandy a peck on the lips and then adding a quick one for me, “Don’t be like that. It was incredibly hot to watch. Maybe later you can show me the pearl necklace bit. If Lance hasn’t recovered, I’m sure we can find a willing guy at the club.”

“That’s it, you’re getting spanked!” I squirmed out from under a surprised Sandy and made a grab for my mischievous partner in crime. Gena had the advantage of being halfway to her feet and easily avoided my lunge while sticking her tongue out at me.

“All right, you two!” Sandy climbed to her feet and took each of us by the hand to lead us towards the hallway. “First, let’s share a shower. Then, strawberries and champagne. Then, I want to see Gena get fucked. We have all night and this is only a beginning.”

Arm in arm we started towards the bathroom in the hallway.

“Lance, Sandy,” said Gena in a faux deep voice, “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

“Bitch!” I screamed and leapt after her already running and laughing figure, “You stole my line!”

Behind us, Sandy just smiled and wondered what she had gotten herself into.

Ganaoque, Ontario, 2008

The last thing Pajackok “Jack” Runningwater and his cousin Ragtow were expecting to see come out of the mighty St. Lawrence River was a waterlogged Indian woman wearing period clothing from the early 1800’s. They’d come out to the old homestead on the edge of the reservation to assure everything was locked down tight for the winter.

But they both rushed forward to help the wet woman.

“Are you okay?” Ragtow took one arm while Jack helped guide the trembling woman onto more solid ground. Over her head they exchanged glances. Could this be the woman they’d been told would come? Achak, their spiritual advisor, had warned them their souls would never be at peace until they found their woman, the one who’d renew their bloodline. He’d said not only did the men needed her for balance-so did their people.

“Thank thou. Thou are most kind.” The soft sounding voice seemed at odds with the slender woman. Finally Ragtow couldn’t wait any longer. He had to know.

“Did the Great Spirit send you to us?”

Lifting her head, Orenda gazed at both of them. “No. I’m here for other reasons, but I bring you news and a prophesy. She who is for you both shall come. Be patient.”

Both men swore as the woman collapsed between them.

Northern New York Territory, 1816

They came to her in a dream. Standing in the opening of an unfamiliar longhouse, their shadows stood as if awaiting her acknowledgement. Pushing back the furs which had kept her warm throughout the cold Canadian night, she left the pallet assuming the two men were in need of the healer. The war between the colonies and England had been vicious. But her people had been favored when, after the war, George Washington had granted her people, The Onieda, the tract of land in New York State lying next to the border with Canada, for their help during the war. Although the War of 1812 had finally ended last year, it wasn’t uncommon to have injured seamen arrive seeking medical help from her. All knew the Onieda would help if the need arose.

Despite the unfamiliarity of her surroundings, her instinctive need to heal ruled her. She ignored her surroundings as she pulled on her buckskin coat over her long flannel nightgown and stomped her feet into her beat-up low-heeled boots. They’d been a gift from a thankful soldier the past winter and they kept her feet much warmer than anything else she’d worn. She glanced longingly at the soft moccasins next to them, but practicality told her the boots were a better choice for trudging through the snow. When she did look up, everything seemed eerily familiar even though she’d never been inside a longhouse in her life. It was definitely not the same as the rushes and bark covered wigwam she’d grown up in.