by Alana Church
Stacie shivered under Alan's rough touch, but Tabby laughed. “The two of us kept my sexuality under wraps for over a year, Alan,” she said, ignoring his raised eyebrows as she used his given name. “And the only one at school who knows we're lovers is my dirt-bag brother. I've threatened him with death and mayhem if he lets the cat out of the bag. Trust us,” she continued grimly, “we're good at keeping secrets.
“So what's your answer? Do you take us upstairs to bed, or do we unlock the door and let you go?” she said, ignoring Stacie's gasp of surprise.
Alan closed his eyes, then opened them, gazing at the two lovely young women in front of him. At his side, Stacie looked at him with desire mingled with the fear of losing him. A step away, Tabby stood, her body itself a challenge and a provocation.
And he realized, suddenly, that he had no choice at all. Bending his head, his hands pulled Stacie close. His lips brushed hers, and he embraced his destiny.
He looked deep into Stacie's wide, ecstatic eyes.
“So where's this bed?”
*****
They had no sooner closed the door of Tabby's bedroom when all hell broke loose. The girls were almost frantic in their efforts to strip him naked, and Alan, while trying to assist, hindered their work as much as he helped.
“Finally,” Stacie gasped, as she peeled off his socks and threw them blindly into a corner. Kneeling at his feet, she ran her hands up Alan's muscular calves. Crooning deep in her throat, she felt a jolt of desire deep within her, and her sex grew hot and wet in response to his male musk. Clasping her hands tight around the back of his strong thighs, she drew close and rubbed her cheek on his shaft, delighting in the velvet-soft feel of his skin overlaying his male hardness.
“Oh, it's so good, Tabby,” she moaned. Turning her head, she watched her lover as she sat in her desk chair, tipping back so she could watch the two of them. “Me first?”
“You first,” Tabitha agreed, her eyes glinting lustily. “Though I might join you later. Or ask you to join me once Alan here has had his wicked way with you.”
Despite the apocalyptic changes in his life, this pronouncement made Alan's eyes grow a bit wild. “Listen, girls-”
“Women,” interrupted Tabitha, her voice steel.
“Women. Stacie. Tabitha.” He drew a shaking hand across his face as Stacie dotted loving kisses on his cock. With an eager swoop, she opened her lips wide and took the head of his phallus into her hot, craving mouth. “What I am trying to say,” he said in a strangled voice, trying to ignore the pleasure Stacie was visiting on him, “is that I am not used to being with two girls at once. Or trying to please them. So try to take it easy on me, OK?”
“Of course, Alan,” Tabby said in a deceptively meek voice. She had taken off her skirt and was idly running a finger through the folds of her sex. Her fingernails, one corner of Alan's mind noted, were painted the same color as her hair.
Suddenly the color of Tabby's nails was the furthest thing from his mind, as Stacie started bobbing on his shaft. Her loving tongue swirled around his rod as she took more and more of him into her mouth. His hands stroked her hair lovingly, as the feelings of pleasure she woke in him after so long a period of abstinence were almost literally mind blowing. Her hands were on his ass, his back, his belly, and he had to stop her before he blew too soon.
“Stacie,” he gasped. “Baby, you have to...” a strangled groan tore free from his lips. “Please, honey, slow down.”
Miraculously, she did. Grinning, she looked up at him as she slowly removed her lips from his quivering erection. “Good?” she asked impishly.
Despite himself, he laughed, and he could hear Tabby's deep chuckle behind him. Reaching down, he helped her to her feet, embracing her, feeling her tremble as his wet cock, damp with her saliva, brushed against the vulnerable curve of her belly. “Absolutely,” he smiled, and kissed her, a long, deep, lover's kiss, their bodies melding together as she moaned into his mouth.
Taking her hand, he led her to the bed, a king-sized behemoth, piled high with blankets and pillows. He sat on the edge, drawing Stacie close, her legs between his, her chest at just the right height for him to lean in and graze on the small, perky mounds of her breasts. Running his hands lovingly over the sweet curves of her buttocks, he kissed the gentle slope, then suckled on a dark, turgid nipple, smiling as she drew in her breath in a happy squeak. He nursed gently, his hands stroking her back, running from her shoulder blades to the fine down at the base of her spine.
“Oh,” she groaned, and let her head sag down until her mouth was beside his ear, her hot breath making him shiver. “Alan, I've wanted you so long. So long.” She pulled his head away from one aching nipple, and guided him to its twin. She spread her legs urgently. “Feel me. Feel how wet I am for you.”
He obeyed her passionate command, running a hand up the warm, silky skin of her inner thigh, until he touched her delicate folds. With exquisite control, he parted her lips and slipped a loving finger inside her, his thumb brushing the hard nubbin of her clitoris.
“NNNggghhh!!” Stacie keened, overcome by sensation. God, it was too much. His mouth on her titties, his hand on her back, his finger inside her, pumping gently, his thumb on her button. She lurched forward, pushing him down into the thick mattress. She hooked her hands under his shoulders, pulling at him. Understanding her need, he helped her, grinning crookedly, as they wriggled onto the bed until his head was propped on pillows, Stacie looming above him as she drank him in.
“Baby, are you all right?”
Stacie blinked, having almost forgotten Tabby was in the room with them. She tore her eyes away from Alan and looked at her girlfriend. She sat sprawled in her chair, her legs hooked over the armrests. The glistening flower of her sex was displayed wantonly, and her fingers stroked her petals, spreading her nectar gently until the aroma arose and filled the entire room.
“I am,” she said hoarsely. “I am so fucking all right.”
She turned back to Alan, laying comfortably on his back, the beautiful spear of his cock hard and urgent in front of her, dancing to the rhythm of his heartbeat. She straddled him, the insides of her knees resting on the outsides of his hips. She had to close her eyes for a moment in wonder as the underside of his shaft twitched against her cleft.
“You have no idea, Alan,” she breathed. “No idea how beautiful you are.” She cupped his cheek in her hand, then bent down to kiss him again, moaning into his mouth. She sighed as his hands cradled her breasts, softly kneading her sensitive flesh. Deep inside she felt the warmth of her passion grow, the slow, unhurried wave of her climax steadily climbing.
“I need you inside me,” she said softly, her hips gently rocking. She moved above him, coating his shaft with her juice, and felt his cock twitch in response.
“Do we need a condom?” he asked. “I don't know about you, but I'm not ready to be a daddy yet.”
She smiled. “Don't worry, baby. I'm not ready to be a mommy either. I'm on birth control. And Tabby and I have been exclusive for nearly a year, so you don't have to worry about anything else, either.”
“Wonderful,” he sighed, as she ran her sex up his cock again. He closed his eyes, fighting the urge to grab her by the shoulders, push her onto her back, and thrust mindlessly into her until he came. “Stacie,” he said quietly, gritting his teeth, “Don't take this the wrong way, but you need to stop or you need to hop on, because if you don't, this is going to end up a huge disappointment for both of us.”
Stacie's eyes widened, and she could hear Tabby trying to muffle her giggles behind her. Fortunately, however, she knew what Alan meant. Her first boyfriend had the same problem when she teased him too much. Holding still, she stopped stimulating his shaft, letting the head of his cock rest at her opening. “Better?” she asked.
He closed his eyes and nodded. “Better. Let me...concentrate...on something else.” He raised his head, seeking her breasts again, and she let him concentrate on her b
ody, her own mind focused on the delicious feel of his tip, warm and soft and beloved, only a breath away from entering her. Slowly, she felt him relax, the desperate urgency of his need receding.
She closed her eyes, her entire mind intent on the feel of his hands on mouth on her body. He was strong, so strong, but also incredibly gentle. She shivered as his fingers, light as butterflies, softly stroked the skin of her back in long, gentle caresses that had her covered in gooseflesh. At the same time, his mouth switched back and forth between her breasts until she thought she would scream. No sooner had he finished with one aching nipple than he moved to the other. He's so good he should have two mouths, she thought greedily. One for each of my tits. It's a shame he only has one.
Soon, the other half of her mind answered. You'll have him and Tabby both in your bed. Think how it would feel to have both of them sucking on your nips at the same time.
The thought made her groan with passion, and, unasked, she adjusted her body, and slowly sank, her eyes squirting tears of joy as Alan entered her. In moments, her sex was nestled against Alan's groin, the light brown hair of his pubis scraping delightfully on her swollen lips.
“Oh, God,” he groaned. She opened her eyes to see him staring at her. “You feel so good, Stacie. So good.” He pulled her down and kissed her, even as her hips began to rise and fall, seeking their rhythm. “I've wanted you,” he breathed into her hair, his voice so quiet only she could hear it. “Ever since Monday, when I saw you telling Tabby to trust me.”
His words made her moan into his mouth, and her passion, incredibly, somehow reached a new peak. Her pace quickened, and his hips matched her movement, the feeling of his hard length filling her an unbelievable delight. His hands roamed her body, knowing just where to touch by some form of magic, his fingers gently pinching her nipples, cupping her ass, stroking her back.
The slow crescendo of her climax suddenly heightened, and with a muffled shriek she covered Alan's mouth with her own, her teeth gnawing at his lips.
“Stacie? Honey? Are you...?”
“Yes, Alan, she is,” came a laughing voice form behind. “Any second now,” Tabby said knowingly. With a wrench that was almost painful, Tabby pulled her hand away from her sex, watching as her lover approached her peak.
Stacie ignored the voices. At this moment she was a being of pure sensation, concentrating on the wonderful feeling of Alan's cock as it filled her, the full fat length brushing her clitoris on each of her strokes. Suddenly, she slowed, her thighs trembling. Her face flushed and she opened her eyes wide, staring into Alan's, as the muscles of her belly and groin convulsed in a mighty orgasm.
“I'm coming, Alan!” she cried. “Oh, Christ, I'm comminngggg!!” She fell flat on his chest, her hips grinding down onto his. The walls of her inner sheath tightened, viselike, around his cock, and she wailed as his hips suddenly bucked against her in a snapping series of thrusts as he spent his essence into her welcoming body.
*****
As they lay, panting, in the aftermath of their lovemaking, a slow clap sounded through the room. Alan somehow managed to turn his head to meet Tabby's gaze as she slowly walked towards them, still applauding.
“She's good, isn't she?” Tabby asked. Unselfconsciously, she crawled into the bed, joining them as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “You have no idea how long she's been lusting after you,” she said conversationally. She snuggled in close, her breasts brushing against his side. Raising her head to her lover, who was still resting on Alan's chest, she kissed Stacie's open lips lovingly. Alan was surprised as his deflated cock, still held inside Stacie's body, gave a convulsive twitch. Stacie purred happily, her tongue escaping her mouth momentarily to wrestle with Tabby's.
Alan wrapped an arm around Tabby, pulling her close. “And what about you?”
The redhead's eyes twinkled. “Well, I thought you were cute,” she said, with a shrug which sent various parts of her body into delightful movement. “But I never had the hots for you like she did. It wasn't until you slapped down Claudia and Heather that I really saw what Stacie saw in you. So I decided to help her out. I'd do anything to make her happy,” she said, with a look of love in her face that was so pure it made Alan's eyes blur.
“Barf,” said Stacie, not even bothering to open her eyes. “Could you get any more sappy?”
Tabby raised her hand and smacked Stacie's behind, making her squeal happily. “Move over, vile temptress,” she teased. “You've had your chance. Now it's my turn. No, don't get out of bed,” she continued. “I want you here with me,” she said, as Stacie got off of Alan, his flaccid cock escaping her cleft with a lewd squelching sound. She held it in her hands, unmindful of the fluids coating it, and gave it a soft squeeze. She cocked an eye at Alan. “How long?”
Despite the fact that he was in bed with two of his own students, Alan found it was still possible to blush. “Not too long, probably,” he said. “I've never had complaints about the time it takes me to recover.”
“Well, good,” Tabitha said, mock-severely. “Because if we are all going to be lovers, you have to make sure you can keep us satisfied.”
Alan raised his eyebrows. “I don't recall agreeing to be your lover. Or Stacie's, for that matter,” he said, ignoring Stacie's hurt gasp.
“Really?” Tabby asked. Her hand curled around his shaft possessively. “You dick certainly has.” Indeed, the mere presence of Tabby next to him in bed has his cock enthusiastically erect in record time. She smiled at Alan. “Ready to go, lover?” she purred. “Or do you need a little...persuasion?” Her tongue licked her lips and her warm hand slowly pumped his shaft. On Alan's other side, Stacie snuggled in close, eyes wide, watching her girlfriend drive her new lover crazy.
Alan swallowed through a throat gone suddenly dry. “I'm going to need a little time,” he croaked. “Just because I'm...standing at attention doesn't mean I'm ready to go,” he said, with an apologetic nod towards his crotch. “Besides,” he said with a smile. “What's the fun in sex without foreplay?”
“Oh, I like him,” Tabby said to Stacie, lips curled in a loving smile. “Have you ever had a boy say that to you before?” Stacie shook her head. Without taking her eyes from Alan's, Tabby wiggled down the bed until her head was even with his groin, her body between Alan's legs. She tied her hair, red as a campfire's embers, in a knot at the top of her head. She then bent to his cock, her tongue emerging as she gave his phallus a long, loving stroke. “Mmmm,” she said, looking at Stacie wickedly. “I can taste you on his dick. So good, honey.”
As Tabby licked and sucked on Alan's manhood, Stacie grew more aroused. The sight of her girlfriend's head bobbing on her coach's penis had her wet and aching almost immediately. She turned her head to Alan, kissing him deep, her tongue diving into his mouth. At the same time, he hand was busy at her own groin, knowing since Alan and Tabby would be busy pleasing each other, it would be up to her to please herself.
“Do you like that Alan? Do you like this?” she said, pulling away from his mouth for a moment. She looked down their entwined bodies to see Tabby's gorgeous form. “Two hot, horny women in bed with you, wanting to suck your cock, wanting you to fill them with your beautiful tool?” Her nipples, dark brown, almost matching her eyes, dug into his side, and she wiggled happily as they brushed the soft skin of his side. His arms came around her, drawing her even closer, as he moaned his passion into her mouth.
Suddenly they became aware of a set of eyes on them. Tabby had left her position at Alan's crotch, and had crept up the bed until her head was level with theirs.
“Stacie, baby, you know I love you. But you're going to have to learn to share,” Tabby said. She gently moved Stacie away until she had taken her place at Alan's side.
“Well, shit, Tabby,” Stacie pouted. “What am I supposed to do while the two hottest people I know are making love?”
Tabby's lips curled affectionately. “Well, you can get off the bed and play with yourself while
Mr. Glassman does unspeakable things to my tender young body,” she said in a sultry voice. At her side, Alan tipped her head towards him, his strong mouth nibbling on her lips. Instinctively, she spread her legs as his hand moved confidently up her thigh, nearing her secret treasure. “Or,” she said in a near-whisper, “you can stay here with us, and teach our teacher what I like the best. You know me better than anyone else. Is that all right with you, Alan?”
Alan raised his eyebrows as his hand found the dew-slickened gate of Tabby's sex. “Why in the world would I not want another beautiful woman in bed with me? And if she can tell me what you like the most, I'm not going to complain.”
“Awesome,” Tabby sighed. She sank back into the mattress, luxuriating in the feel of the soft comforter on her heated skin. She glanced at Stacie, who bit her lip, but nodded her acceptance. She reached up and cupped her cheek.
“I hope I don't seem selfish, Stacie. I know you wanted him first. But now I see how awesome he is in the sack, can you blame me for wanting him, too?”
Stacie shook her head, catching Tabby's hand and squeezing hard. “No. Not at all.” She swallowed hard. “I'm so happy right now, Tabby. So happy. I have all I ever wanted, right here.” On the bed, Tabby's hips bucked as Alan gently eased a finger into her tight canal.
