by Simmons, NC
“YES! YES! RORY…! Ohhhhhhhh FUUUUUCK!”
The girls wavered, trembled, and collapsed, Lenore’s head coming to rest near Rory’s waist in an upside-down 69. Still impaled, Lena fell on top of Lenore’s back, her face resting on Lenore’s ass. Rory’s head popped up between Lenore’s thighs. Catching Rory’s eyes with an upward glance, Lena smiled. She craned her neck, shoved her chin between Lenore's cheeks, and made out with the new man of the house over the supermodel’s sphincter. Pushing her head forward, Lena’s chin spread Lenore’s cheeks.
“Lenore!” she panted. “He tastes… Oh my god! He tastes… Just like YOU!”
Rory laughed. “That’s kind of how it works when you eat pussy.”
“Yeah, but… But…” Lena twitched. “I’m not used to… Tasting Lenore on anyone else’s lips!”
Rory decided it was time to get his money’s worth. “Girls, I think it’s time for Lenore to have a turn…”
“YESSS!” the soul sisters wheezed.
Rory scanned the couch. “You know what? This ought to be perfect for a couple of pussy hungry hotties. Hop up, girls.”
Lenore giggled. “Wild Child! He called us pussy hungry hotties!”
“And don’t forget…! Cock hungry hotties, too, St. Saltyballs!”
The porno choreographer gave his amateurs direction. “Okay, Lena… Hop up on the back of the couch and spread your legs.” Lena wasted no time climbing up and spreading for the boyfriend. A bikini-waxed, very closely trimmed, stubbly brunette pussy met Rory’s satisfied eyes.
“Oh yes, this is perfect! Now Lenore… Stand up in front of the couch and bend over. Eat Lena’s pussy.”
Lena drooled. “Christ, Rory! Are you going to fuck Lenore and shove her into my pussy?”
“That’s the idea, Wild Child.”
Lena clapped with glee. “Yay for me!”
“Hey!” Lenore objected. “What about yay for me! ‘The One’ is about to make love to me for the first time…!”
While Lenore was distracted with Lena, Rory lined up his cum cannon and plugged her pink. Lenore screamed.
“JODER! JOOOODER! Ay, Dios mio! Mi coño está en llamas!”
Lena laughed. “Oh, you must be really good, Rory. I have to work pretty hard to get her screaming in Spanish.”
Rory leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Lenore’s torso, fondling and massaging her breasts while Lenore took a lick of Lena’s cookie. He slipped in and out, humping gently. But to really get the party started, Rory straightened up and held Lenore's hips, pumping her, creating a meager, “slap, slap, slap” as their privates collided.
“Hey! I… I thought… We said… HARD!” Lenore struggled, lapping Lena’s puss between gentle thrusts.
“Don’t push him, Lenore! I’m loving this!”
“Yes… but…”
Rory slammed Lenore, nearly knocking Lena off the back of the couch. He slammed her again.
“AY DIOS MIO! AY DIOS MIO!"
“Hard enough for you, baby?” Rory quipped, ramming his girlfriend’s growler in staccato style.
“Ohh…. Yes… Oh my God! Oh Rory! Huh! Huh! Huh! Ayyyy… Ayyyy…”
Lena gripped the slippery leather of the couch, digging in her fingernails. Rory’s pounding crammed Lenore’s face into Lena’s snizz. Lena gave Lenore a gold star.
“Yes! Ohhhh yesss… Fuck me, Freaky! Yeah! Oh my God! Fuck! Fuck! More tongue, Lenore! You know how I like it! Suck my clitty! That’s right… Oh yeah… Yeah… That tickle thing you do… Yeah… YES! THERE! HOLY FUCK, LENORE!”
Lenore tapped the Wild Child’s chaotic style of lovemaking, screaming on the receiving end of Rory’s experienced crotch. “You call that hard, Rory? You call this... Ohhhh God! Ohhhh! This is what…. Uhhhn …A two million dollar fuck feels like?”
“Oh… You want it harder, babe? You think your virgin pussy can handle a really hard fuck?”
“YES! HARDER! You paid two million dollars for my pussy! NOW FUCK IT!”
“Well… You asked for it, Freaky Baby!”
Rory unleashed torrid trench warfare, callously exploding into Lenore’s beaver. Thrust after thrust hit her with such force that Lena’s body rocked precariously after each connection.
“Yes! Now… Now… Oh God! Now you’re... Ayyyy… Dios mío! Ay… Ay Dios mío!”
The seven or eight minutes Rory devoted to indoctrinating Lena’s pussy doubled for his new soul mate, her body jerking through two small orgasms. Each time she came, Lenore started giggling, begging for a break. No rest for the raunchy. Lenore wanted it hard and fast, so Rory gave Lenore a jackhammer to the jute. Lenore’s giggles quickly turned back into groans.
“So, Lenore... Are you satisfied? Do you think I am getting my…” Rory shivered. “Shit! Am I getting me my money's worth now?”
“Huh… Huh… Oh… Huh... Huh…”
“What’s wrong, Lenore? Cunt got your tongue?”
“Huh… Oh… Rory… Rory... Huh… Huh… Ohhh…”
“Hey, Lena… Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Oh… fuck… Hmmm… Oh God... Oh God… Oh God…”
Rory pronged Lenore’s poon, slowing and grinding to build her heat, then returning to a furious pace. With the instincts of an experienced snatch thief he pushed Lenore toward a toe-curling orgasm. Mixmaster Rory varied his rhythms. Lenore moaned loudly.
“Oh yes! Oh Rory! SI! SI! SI! Ayyyy…”
The women shouted in unison, chanting their ecstasy with a bilingual voice. “YES!” “SI!” “YES!” “SI!” “YES!” “SI!” “YES!” “SI!”
Lenore climaxed, her legs trembling and buckling, held up only by the strength of Rory’s grip on her hips. A juicy, milky flow eased out her hole and down Rory’s pole as he reamed on through her orgasm. He was close. He just needed a few more hits.
Rory felt a familiar twinge rolling up his shaft. “I’m going to come… I feel it! I’m going to come, baby!” As he always did with Sonia, Rory prepared to pull out.
The shuddering socialite screamed. “NOOO! VEN EN MI COÑO! VEN EN MI COÑO! TOME MI COÑO!”
“HUH?” Rory shouted.
“ENGLISH, FREAKY!” Lena yelled.
“COME IN MY PUSSY, RORY! COME IN MY PUSSY! TAKE MY PUSSY!” Lenore translated.
“As… you… Uhhhhnnnnn!” Rory gushed in Lenore's coño, growling and grunting his way through stealing what was left of his fated girlfriend’s virginidad.
Lenore’s legs gave way. She fell to the couch, splayed on her stomach, her legs dangling off the edge. Lena slid down the back of the couch and crumpled atop her GFF. They shook and heaved and twitched as afterglow spasms rolled on. Rory’s seed dripped from Lenore's snatch, smearing the leather cushions.
Dropping to the floor, Rory’s cock deflated against his leg. He lifted his arm lazily and rubbed his hand along someone’s sweaty body. Someone replied, praising his efforts. The f-bomb sounded like Lena.
“Oh… Oh God! Rory… Oh my God! You’re so fucking amazing, Rory.”
A less translated version echoed the sentiment. “Dios mío, Rory! Ohhh… Dios mío. Eres increíble!”
Lenore stretched out her hand, begging Rory to touch her. They wove their fingers together. The three lovers lay quietly, breathing deeply, a mutually agreeable Ménage à trois taking wing. Rory won the lottery. Two world-class super-pussies would care for his ever-ready shlong.
Dreamy contentedness and bliss settled over the room.
For about 30 seconds.
Twenty Four
Deep within Lenore’s brittle psyche, a haunting nightmare escaped its tomb. Panic flooded forth. A consuming sense of unspeakable dread possessed Lenore in the midst of the threesome’s O-positive bliss.
Overpowering fear terrorized Lenore, smothering her in a vision of her own death. Lenore sobbed and shook, inexplicably looking up from within a coffin, watching Rory and Lena lower her and walk away, hand in hand, leaving her to be buried alive. Lenore lay naked in the plain, pine coffin, paralyzed
, alive but unable to speak. Blackness closed in upon her as the lid shut. Her breaths came in short, suffocating bursts. She clawed at the lid, screaming.
“Rory! Do not leave me! Hold me! Please! Please, Rory! Do not let Lena leave me!”
Shocked by Lenore’s inexplicable meltdown, Rory offered reassurance.
“But… But Lenore… Lena isn’t leaving. She's right here. Look…”
Rory lifted his head and looked up at Lena, stunned at Lenore’s rapid change from wanton harlot to hysterical child. Lena shrugged, shaking her head.
“I have no idea, Rory.”
“She will leave me, Rory! I know it! Please do not let Lena leave me!”
He tried again. “Relax, Lenore. It’s okay. We’re both here. Lena isn’t leaving you. I’m not leaving you. Neither one of us is leaving you.”
Lena and Rory stared at each other across Lenore’s clenched eyes.
“Lena! What’s happening? Why is she so afraid of you leaving her?”
Still a little nonplussed, Lena shrugged again. “I have no clue. I’ve never seen this before.”
“Do not leave me, Lena! Please do not leave me!” Lenore wailed.
Lena felt something scratching at her chest. She looked down. Nothing. The sensation grew. It clawed and clutched until it tore through her flesh and pierced her heart. Across the bridge of the girls’ shared soul, Lena suddenly understood Lenore’s gnawing dread. Lenore’s anxiety crushed Lena, bathing her in Lenore’s mindless terror.
Lenore had awakened to the horrible motive behind her insistence upon “The Catch.” Selfishness. Lenore wanted to have Rory’s cock and eat Lena’s pussy, too. With another lover in the mix, Lena was finally free to rid herself of the crazed seductress.
“Oh shit, Rory! She thinks she’s going to lose me because you’re in the picture! SHIT! Rory… Help me! Lift her up!”
Lena jumped up and grabbed the sobbing sister under her arms. Together Lena and Rory flipped Lenore and laid her on her back. As she had during so many bouts of love making over so many years, Lena pounced on Lenore, shoving her right arm between the couch back and Lenore’s body, lifting her under the neck and wrapping Lenore’s body with her free arm.
“Rory, cover us up! Wrap us up together! Kiss her! Love her!”
Rory followed Lena’s cues, climbing onto the edge of the couch to wrap both women in an unbreakable embrace. Rory and Lena blanketed Lenore in kisses, their arms pressing her to their chests, their legs wrapping and gripping their panic-stricken partner.
“Lenore! Listen to me, Lenore!” Rory pleaded. “Please listen to me! Lena and I… We’re not going anywhere! You’re not going to lose us! Look at me, Lenore! PLEASE! Look at me!”
“I cannot! Oh Rory! I did this to you! I seduced you and I seduced Lena! Now that you know how evil I am I will lose both of you!”
Lena spoke calmly, falling into competition mode, focusing on the target and serving for ace. “Lenore… Listen to me. Look at me. C’mon, Lenore. Look at me, Freaky Baby.”
“I cannot!”
“Yes you can, Lenore. You know how I know you can? Because deep down inside you know I’ll always love you no matter what. I haven’t stayed with you this long just to dump you after my first fuck, my beautiful Spanish sweetie. So look at me, Lenore.”
“¡NO PUEDO! ¡NO PUEDO! VERÁ MIS OJOS! VERÁ MIS OJOS!”
“C’mon, Lenore… Stick with the English, okay sweetie? If you’re gonna freak out, we can’t help you if you’re speaking Spanish. Look, I have an idea. What if Rory closes his eyes? What if he closes his eyes, but he stays right here, and you just look at me? Will that help? Can you do that?”
“I… I do not know! Lena, I made you look into my eyes and I trapped you, too! I cannot stop myself! I make people look into my eyes and then… They are trapped! Oh Lena! I have made such a horrible mess!”
“Listen, Lenore… You haven’t made a mess of anything, baby.” Lena stroked Lenore’s hair and kissed her forehead. “You just gave this man the world’s most amazing virgin fuck, not to mention giving me the world's most amazing tongue lashing. I wouldn’t call that a mess, dear. I’d call that the start of a beautiful ménage a trois.”
“But Lena! I cannot do it! I am so ashamed! I am filthy! I AM EVIL!”
Lena nodded to Rory, stepping into uncharted territory. Even during the “Great Coffee Meltdown of 1983” she never encountered such soul-searing fear out of her roommate.
“Yeah, you’re filthy alright, Freaky. Filthy rich and filthy goopy from your boyfriend’s boner. Listen… St. Fated… Close your eyes. Just put your head down by Lenore’s ear and let her know how you feel. Just keep your eyes closed, okay?”
Rory nodded and descended. With a touch of his lips to Lenore’s ear, he whispered. “Lenore… You asked me something earlier tonight... Do you remember what you asked me? You asked if I believed in fate.”
Eyes clenched, body trembling uncontrollably, Lenore nodded.
“Well, Lenore, you made me a believer. You put a wonderful lash around on my heart. I’ve fallen completely in love with you, Lenore.”
“But Rory! I cannot be trusted! I did this to Lena before! Once she looked into my eyes, she could not free herself from me! I chained her to me! I have imprisoned her soul! Now I am doing it to you!”
Lenore’s panic suddenly made sense for the Wild Child. Lenore’s seductiveness. Her hypnotic, amber eyes. The bathtub incident.
“HEY! Wait a minute! Is that what you’re worried about? Are you worried about what might happen to Rory if he keeps looking into your eyes? Do you think if he keeps looking into your eyes you’ll trap him and you’ll do something evil to him?”
Lenore nodded, gasping and crying.
“Are you afraid that you have some kind of mystical power to cloud our minds or something? Is that what’s going on here? Do you think you put some kind of hex on ME and now I’m trapped with you forever?”
Lenore nodded frantically. “Yes, Lena! I cannot be trusted! I am evil! I seduce people and then they cannot leave me! The only way they can leave me is to kill themselves! Someday… Someday you will know how evil I truly am and… And you will kill yourself to leave me! Or you will want to kill me!”
“Now hold on a sec, Lenore! Let’s step back and take a breather. For starters, baby girl, nobody’s killing anybody tonight, and I'm certainly not going to go and kill myself. I actually kind of like my sexy ass. I mean… I’m not all self-absorbed and in love with myself like a freaking supermodel…”
No reaction. Lena pressed on.
“…And as for you being all kinds of evil… I already know what’s going on inside your heart. Been there, done that. You're a grade-A sex-a-holic, a total nymphomaniac. So tell me something I don’t already know…”
Still no reaction. Lenore lay sobbing under her Wild Child blanket. Lena pressed on again.
“…And besides… You can’t mind-control me with those beautiful amber eyes, Lenore. I’ll whip your skinny supermodel ass with my racket if you try.”
The slightest hint of a giggle passed Lenore’s clenched lips.
“So trust me, Lenore. I don’t buy out apartment buildings and break lots of furniture with you because I’m under some kind of ‘all-powerful supermodel spell.’ I break furniture with you because I seriously love you.”
The slightest hint of a smile loosened Lenore’s lips.
“So c’mon, Freaky. How about looking me in the eyes?”
“Lena… I… I…”
“C’mon, Lenore. I haven’t stayed with you this long because you seduced me. Remember? You could have done it at Paulson. But you didn't. I love you for that, Lenore. You held yourself back four years before you finally let me have it with both tits.”
Lenore laughed.
“Look, babe, you and I both know how this is going to play out, so why don’t we just cut to the chase? If you don’t look at me I'm going to start groping you again. Then you’ll get all hot and wet and I’ll jump between y
our legs and then you’ll get all, ‘Oh Lena, Lena, Lena’ and then I’ll get all, ‘Lenore, Lenore, Lenore’ and before you know what’s happening we’ll be breaking furniture and giving each other rug burns. Now you wouldn't want that to happen, would you? All it does is get messy in a hurry and it costs a ton to clean up.”
Lenore smiled. She still didn’t open her eyes, but at least she smiled.
“Is… Is he looking at me?”
“No, dear, ‘The One’ is not looking at you. He’s just loving you and keeping his eyes closed, you big sissy.”
“But Lena… How do I know? What if you were right about what you said in the bedroom earlier? What if I have done something horrible to Rory? What if I seduced him and he cannot leave me?”
“For starters, dearie, I never said anything like that. I think my exact words were, ‘Lesbo’s got a boyfriend’.”
Another giggle.
“And besides, Lenore, ‘The One’ has his hand on your pussy and his mouth on your ear. You might want to have the whole sex addict therapy session with him, not me.”
“I CANNOT!”
“Okay… Then just open your eyes and look at me and we’ll have a nice chat in front of ‘The One,’ okay?”
“His eyes are closed?”
“Yes, dear. Very much closed. Though I think his fingers are walking through the pink pages at the moment.”
Lenore opened her eyes just enough to peek down to her pussy. In her fear and distraction, Lenore failed to notice fullness in her flange. Rory had a silly grin on his face as his fingers massaged her sticky, cum-soaked, re-moistening cunny.
Lenore entered the safe harbor of Lena’s loving eyes. “Lena… I am… I am so afraid…”
Lena reclined on her arm, running her free hand languorously up and down Lenore’s relaxing torso. “Of what, my beautiful Freaky Baby?”
“I seduced you. I seduced Rory. I trapped both of you. I am evil, Lena! Once you both know how evil I am…”
Lena shook her head in disbelief. “Really? You think you’re, like, ‘the all-powerful, demonic seductress, Lenore De La Fuente'? C’mon, Lenore. I mean you’re hot and sexy and sultry and horny and all kinds of exotic and everything… But really, woman. Get over yourself. It’s time to face facts, Freaky. You’re just not that fucking cute.”
