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This story contains graphic depictions of sex between consenting
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now.  Stop, I said.  Stop!

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This story and all its characters are a work of adult fantasy.  They
live in a world where sex is free of disease and unwanted pregnancies,
and, when convenient, free of the deeper emotional complications that
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TRIAD (MFM)
(or: THE DOUBLE SLUT GETS HER COMEUPPANCE)
By: Walt9899

As soon Anna stepped into the apartment--even before she could close
the door, much less turn on a light--a hand went over her mouth and
another around her midsection, pinioning both her arms to her body.

"Don't even think about screaming," said a voice low and close in her
ear, and the fear that had in an instant sprung from every cell in her
body was washed away just as quickly.  It was only Kevin.  She didn't
know what game he might be playing at, but she'd heard his voice low
and close in her ear too many times that summer to not recognize it. 
It was his voice full of desire.  The voice she heard when they were
fucking.

She nodded her head to indicate she wouldn't scream and his hand slid
away from her mouth, which allowed her to say, "You scared the shit
out of me.  I should kill you."

"Then I'd have to turn you in to the police for murder," said another
voice from the darkness in front of her, and her heart, which was
still palpitating from the first shock, began to beat so hard she was
afraid it would break her ribs, because the second voice belonged to
Sean.  She'd heard it too many times that summer not to recognize it. 
It was his voice full of mirth and passion.  The voice she heard when
they were fucking.

Anna's mind whirled for an explanation, any explanation.  "Uh, oh,"
was about the only word she could force out of her mouth.

"You could have at least introduced us," said Kevin, his grip still
firm on her arms, nipping her earlobe with his teeth as he spoke.

"We could have all taken a sunset cocktail cruise together," said
Sean, his voice now a little closer in the darkness in front of her.

"Good one," chuckled Kevin.  "You're not so bad, Sean.  Too bad I
didn't know about you until now."

"You're all right, yourself," Sean answered him, his voice close to
her face now, his outline dimly visible before her.  "Too bad I didn't
know about you before now."  Then he was right there, and she was so
surprised by the force of his kiss that for a moment she forgot
everything else, opening her lips to his lips, feasting on his
searching tongue, only restored to the reality of the present when he
pressed his body against her so heavily that she became aware of
Kevin's body behind her, pressing back equally as heavily.

She felt dizzy.  First the bolt of fear, then the confusion, and now,
something else spinning her around, arousal mixed in with everything
else, with Sean kissing her lights out the way only he could, and
Kevin making himself known all up and down her back, his breath moist
and hot at the nape of her neck.  Suddenly she thought maybe she
shouldn't have had as much wine at dinner, then just as quickly
decided she hadn't had enough.

She had just been talking about them at dinner with a friend.

"You mean you're still seeing *both* of them?" her friend had
practically squealed over her crabcakes.  "And they still don't know?"
 She raised her wineglass in tribute.  "Anna, I don't know how you do
it."

"It is a crazier thing than I have ever done," Anna admitted, blushing
still at the thought of her juggling act.  She was a one-man kind of
woman, conventional in every sense of the word when it came to dating
and relationships and anything sexual.  It was certainly a crazier
thing than she had ever done, but it had just been that kind of
summer.  Anna and her boyfriend of two years had broken up just before
the end of school.  He was graduating and she had one more year to go.
 He was moving to the west coast and didn't want to carry on a
cross-country relationship.  She could understand that--the
relationship had grown a bit tired--but still it had cast a pall over
the end of the school year, and as she slogged through finals week she
made a decision: she would not go to Atlanta for that marketing
internship, after all.  She was going to go to Charleston and wait
tables and live on Folly Island where she could wake up with the sound
of the waves in her ears and the cool sea breeze in her hair.  A week
later, that's exactly what she had been doing, and before long she met
Kevin, the history graduate student from the University of South
Carolina and summer bartender at her restaurant.  Kevin looked more
like a full-time bartender than he did a graduate student.  He was
large, powerfully built with a torso like a linebacker.  He was an
extrovert, chatty, the perfect bartender for keeping patrons happy on
a Saturday night.  His close-cropped brown goatee gave him a bit of a
devilish look.

She knew it was a rebound thing.  She told him so.  He grinned and
said, "I didn't have any plans to ask you to go back to Columbia with
me."

Well, ordinarily she might have been insulted by this, and certainly
would not have allowed things to become too... intimate.  But maybe
she had gone just a little crazy that summer, so she slept with him
anyway, and holy cow, she didn't know if it was that her old boyfriend
had been very boring, or that Kevin was so exciting, or if it was just
the fact of sleeping with someone without the attendant strings of a
serious relationship, but it was different, wilder, than any sex she
had ever had.  She wondered if she was really so inexperienced.  She
had had a lot of sex, but not a lot of partners.  Kevin was only her
third.

And maybe this was on her mind a few weeks later when she met Sean,
the long-haired leather crafter at the shoe repair store.  He had a
piercing quality about him, a sharpness in his features, eyes blue as
ice that nevertheless tickled her bones with flames the first time he
looked at her.  They talked while he tacked a loose heel onto her
shoe.  She watched his hands, strong and fine, as he worked, and she
knew this wasn't his real gig.

"It's a fit with my craft," he said, after explaining his work with
leather.  "It pays the bills."

"I'll bet you're very talented," she'd said, surprised at what she
heard in her voice.

He must have heard it, too, because he smiled and said, "There's a
festival on the Battery this weekend.  I'll have a booth.  Come and
see me."

And she had, spending more money than she should have on a fantastic
leather purse and a hairpiece with exquisitely filigreed inlay.  When
she had to leave to go to work he said he'd be breaking down his booth
about the time her shift was over, and maybe he could stop by for a
drink.

"How about I come back by here?" she'd offered.

"That works, too," he grinned, and she walked away up the Battery
towards work, knowing that the reason she'd said that was because
Kevin was working and maybe she didn't want him to see Sean, and she
wondered what kind of crazy she was that summer, and just what she was
getting herself into.

She had slept with Sean that very night, after they sat on the Battery
and shared a liter of wine straight from the bottle as they watched
the lights on the boats slipping in and out of Charleston Harbor.  He
was a few years older.  He'd been married once, briefly, a few years
ago.  He smelled of leather, especially his hands.  She liked that. 
She liked the sweetness of the cheap wine on his lips the first time
he kissed her.  She liked the way the wind blew his long hair across
her cheek, and how she could feel his penetrating gaze even though she
couldn't see his eyes.  When he asked if he could follow her home, she
said, "Yes."

They were as different as night and day, Kevin and Sean.  Kevin cut
very much the swaggering macho.  He used his powerful build in
everything he did, and he was a forceful, direct lover, who liked
taking her suddenly.  Kevin liked to bend her over her balcony railing
and fuck her from behind.  Sometimes a kiss would lead immediately to
his stripping off her pants and picking her up off the ground, forcing
her legs open around his waist and lowering her down the length of his
erection.  He was strong enough to hold her like that, supporting her
weight with his arms as his hips moved faster and faster, at times
thrusting with such force that she bounced up and down on his cock. 
He was the first man ever to tie her to the bed.  He was the first to
penetrate her with something other than a finger or penis when one
night he blew out the taper candle she'd lit by the bedside and
removed it from its holder, slowly teasing the flanged base along the
slick length of her cunt before slipping it slowly, ever so slowly,
inside her, her pussy wide awake to the brand new sensation of
something so narrow and rigid sinking into its depths.  He liked
control, Kevin did, and she liked how it felt to be in the arms of a
man who went after what he wanted with such directness.  She didn't
often come with Kevin.  He wasn't very oral and that had always been
the way she came best, but she hadn't come very often with her
boyfriend, either, so she didn't miss it.  And she did so enjoy the
raucousness of just fucking.

It was Sean who really taught her to appreciate her own pleasures. 
That very first night, after he'd followed her to her Folly Island
bungalow, they had talked and kissed and talked and kissed until she
realized he was talking to her from between the juncture of her
thighs, and this was somehow even more intimate than the roof-raising
fucking she'd been doing with Kevin, but she was enjoying herself so
much she couldn't bring herself around to stopping him, and a few
minutes after that she couldn't speak at all because of the things he
was doing to her with his mouth, and he didn't stop until she came in
a way she had never come before, open, ragged, her body rolling in and
out in time with the waves rolling onshore.  She almost always came
with Sean.  Sean was the first boy--man--she'd ever been with who
truly loved giving head.  And he did something else, besides: he
talked to her.  When they were together he would tell her the things
he wanted to do to her, describing them in great detail as he kissed
her and touched her in ways that indicated he was going to do just
what he was describing.  She thrilled to hear him say the kinds of
words she had never had a man say to her before: cock, cunt, fuck,
clit, and on and on, his words as mesmerizing as his touch and his
tongue.  And, in keeping with his other oral orientations, Anna had
learned early on that Sean loved blowjobs as much as fucking.  She
wasn't very experienced in this way, but she wanted to return some of
the many favors he did for her, so she'd learned how she liked his
dick sucked, and she did it for him, on two occasions even allowing
him to come in her mouth, something she'd never let anyone do before.

They seemed to be two pieces of a puzzle, Sean and Kevin, each doing
something for her no one had ever done before.  The one thing she
shared with both of them was the fact that there were no pretenses of
things enduring beyond the summer.  She had thought she loved her
boyfriend.  Now she wasn't so sure.  She wanted the summer to be an
opportunity to do something different, free from the freight of
relationship--especially a relationship that's ending.  Neither she,
nor Kevin, nor Sean, harbored any illusions that what they had was
anything more than a summer fling.  Still, for one reason or another,
she had never told either of them that she was involved with the
other.  Maybe she figured they might be screwing around on the side,
too--though she felt pretty sure neither of them was.  But mainly she
just felt that what she was doing was her own business.  She wasn't
beholden to them to explain what she did with her time.

Still, it was such a different thing.  Her best friend and roommate,
Laura, was back in North Carolina at summer school.  When Anna called
to tell her about Kevin, Laura could hardly believe it.  She said, "I
know you, Anna, and if you're sleeping with him, it's not just a
summer thing."  Laura had slept with many boys and had often had to
endure Anna's reproachful glances when she straggled in late on a
weekend morning after having not come home the night before.

"It's just a summer thing," Anna insisted.

"Really?" said Laura, "You're really just sleeping with him?"

"Really," Anna assured her.

"Slut!" said Laura, happy payback in her voice.  "You're a slut!"

"Maybe I have gone just a little crazy this summer," Anna admitted.

Then, when Anna had told Laura about Sean, Laura hardly knew what to
say.  "You're sleeping with *both* of them?" she asked, incredulity
straining her voice.

"Yep," said Anna, blushing even though Laura couldn't see her through
the telephone.

"And they don't even *know* about each other?"

"It's a little crazy," said Anna.

"Double slut!" sang Laura.  "Anna is a double slut!"

"If you ever tell anybody, I'll kill you," Anna said sternly.

"Does that mean you won't still be a slut when you come back to
school?"

"This thing begins and ends with the summer."

"God," said Laura.  "I wish I was there to see it."

She had met both Sean and Kevin early in the summer.  Kevin before May
was even out, and Sean the second week of June.  Now it was early
August.  She had never really intended for the situation to go on as
long as it had.  She had assumed something would happen with either
Kevin or Sean, or she would decide to spend her time with one as
opposed to the other, but somehow it had never happened, and the weeks
had passed and then a month and more and now it was August and somehow
she had never gotten around to telling either about the other. 
Without even really meaning to, Anna had managed to lead a successful
summer double life...

...until now, she thought, there, in the close darkness of her
bungalow, everything compressed, just as she was pressed between Kevin
and Sean, Kevin's powerful arms holding her immobilized as Sean kissed
her.

"How?" she finally managed to gasp, when Sean's lips finally left
hers.

"I walked past your restaurant the other day," said Sean.  "You'd
never exactly told me where it is, you know?  So I stop in to cool off
and see if you're there.  I sat at the bar and had a beer and was
asking the bartender if he knew you and he says, 'Sure I do,' with
this knowing nod, which would be the same knowing nod I'd use if
someone asked me that question."

"So we got to talking," continued Kevin, his voice a gravelly
roughness after Sean's velvety smooth timbre.  "And guess what we both
had in common?"

"You both prefer the same brand of vodka?" Anna proffered weakly.

"At first I wanted to kick his ass," said Kevin.

"As if," Sean rejoined.

"We already went over this," Kevin said to him, "and we both agreed
I'd whup you good."

"I'm just putting on for the girl," said Sean.

"I think there's been enough putting on," said Kevin.

Anna interrupted their sidebar.  "Would someone please explain what's
going on?"  It sounded silly since she'd already figured out most of
it, but there was a very important part--namely, what was going to
happen as a result--that was currently worrying her very much.

"We'll get to that when we're ready," said Kevin.

"In our own good time," added Sean, and for the first time Anna
suppressed a giggle.  Kevin came by the tough guy bit naturally. 
Sean, even though he was older than both of them, sounded like a
little boy when he talked like that.  A very sexy little boy.

"Naturally," said Kevin, "things were a little bit uncomfortable
between us."

"Do you know what that feels like?" asked Sean, "To be uncomfortable
between us?"

"Right at the moment I'd say I do," Anna answered.

They both pressed against her a little more urgently.  She felt the
unmistakable outline of Kevin's cock pressing into her backside.  And
when Sean ground briefly against her hips, she thought she felt his
hardness, as well.  A desperate kind of sigh escaped her.

Before they continued, Kevin released his pinioning grip on her arms. 
His hands came up and rested lightly at the base of her neck, lightly
massaging her breastbone.  Sean's hands had moved, as well, and now
rested at her waist, his thumbs trailing lightly along the line where
her blouse disappeared into her shorts.  Kevin continued the story. 
"I thought it was pretty brassy of him to order another beer after we
had established what was going on."

"I thought we needed to straighten things out," said Sean.

"Turns out neither one of us wanted to give you up," said Kevin. 
"Then we got to talking about why that might be."

"We each learned things we didn't know," said Sean.

"Like how much you love to come," said Kevin.  "I never knew that." 
Anna felt her breath stick in her throat as he very smoothly wicked
the top button on her blouse open.  His fingers massaged over a
broader area of freshly exposed skin.

"And I never knew you liked it a little rough now and then," said
Sean, his hands getting to work, too, tugging a section of her
shirttail free of her pants.

Kevin bent close to whisper in her ear a he wicked another button
open.  "You never sucked my cock like you sucked his," he said as his
fingers grazed across her bra.  The hardness of her nipples was
evident through the fabric.

If she hadn't had the two of them pressed so close to her, Anna's
knees might not have supported her weight.  "You two sure seem to get
along well," she said, resting her head back against Kevin's distinct
pectorals.

"The only thing we agreed on at first was that neither of us was going
to walk away from you," said Sean, pulling at another section of her
shirttail.  Now fully half of it was untucked from her shorts.

"We also agreed you'd certainly been having your way with us," said
Kevin, freeing yet another button.

"By the end we agreed it was time for us to have our way with you,"
said Sean.

"Oh, my," Anna breathed.  And to herself she thought, If only Laura
could see me now: the double slut gets her comeuppance.  It sounded
like the title of some cheesy erotic story.  That was the only thought
that came into her head.  None of the other thoughts she would have
assumed would be there were to be found.  None of her long-held
proprieties screamed at her to resist.  None of the traditions in
which she'd been raised--and which, she had no doubt, would continue
guide her after this--penetrated the dizzy whorl of lust that had come
over her as her two summer lovers had been bantering their story back
and forth.

"You see," Kevin said to Sean.  "I told you she wouldn't put up much
of a fight."

Anna was enough of a contrarian that this kind of statement normally
would have elicited some resisting response from her--if only to make
some kind of small point.  But in this case all contrariness was swept
away as the two men immediately set to work upon her.  First they
switched duties: Sean unbuttoning her shirt from the bottom up until
it hung open; Kevin untucking the back of her blouse.  Then Kevin's
ravenous mouth was on her neck, sucking her skin in between his teeth
as he slid the shirt off her shoulders and unfastened the strap at the
back of her bra.  Sean dropped to his knees and his equally hungry
mouth and probing tongue were working eagerly on her stomach.  As he
flicked her belly button with his tongue, his fingers worked to
unbutton and unzip her shorts.  Kevin slid her bra down her arms just
as Sean peeled both her shorts and underwear down her thighs and over
her knees to her ankles.  Instinctively she stepped out of them, and
as Kevin's hands cupped her breasts Sean's tongue wasted no time
snaking in between her legs.

Anna couldn't stifle a low moan and a thrust of her hips at the
contact, but Sean pulled away after a minute and said, "What are you
thinking about?"

It took her a minute to realize he was talking to her.  Neither of
them had spoken directly to her practically the whole time.  "How
should I know?" she finally said.  "I don't even know what the hell's
going on here.  All of a sudden I'm naked with two guys and I've never
quite been in a situation like this before, and I'm speechless."

Sean ran his hands up and down the outsides of her thighs.  "Are you
thinking about fucking us?"

She felt Kevin's breath in her hair, his hands now tweaking her
nipples, and Sean's hands closing around the inside of her hips, and
said, "I can't figure out what I'm thinking at the moment."

One of Sean's fingers slid up the inside of her leg and got where his
tongue had been unable to get: inside her.  There was no teasing at
the entrance, no exploratory nicety, just the sudden welcome
penetration of his supple, leathercrafting finger slipping inside her
to the last knuckle.

"Oh," she moaned softly, and Kevin's fingers worked her nipples as
Sean's finger worked inside her.

"The reason I ask," said Sean softly, "is because your pussy is so
wet."

It was true.  She hadn't even realized how wet she had become all of
her own accord until she felt his finger slide so effortlessly into
her.  She wriggled against him in response.

"He told me you liked it when he said things like that," growled Kevin
at her neck.  "I see he wasn't lying."

"I guess not," Anna said, trying to find a rhythm against which she
could work on Sean's finger.

"Which reminds me," Sean said and withdrew his finger.  ("No," Anna
whimpered as it escaped her.)  "We agreed, didn't we, to see what we'd
been missing all summer."

Anna thought he was still talking to her until Kevin answered, "I
think you're right."

"Right," said Sean, and his hands left her body.

"Don't move," Kevin told her, and he was gone, too.

Anna remained still and listened to the two of them moving in the
darkness.  The orchestration with which the two of them had thus far
worked was interrupted by the sounds of them fumbling with things in
the dark, stumbling over unseen objects, a curse word or two.

"Turn on a light before you break something," she finally called out,
laughing.

She was answered by a sudden flaring in the darkness.  A match.  A
hand.  It was touched to a candle, and then another, and then another.
 All the fumbling had been the two of them removing their clothes in
the dark, and now, as the candlelight settled just above the threshold
of vision, they looked for a moment like spirits, naked spirits,
evolving from vapor into carnal form.  The one with the soft hair
falling down past its shoulders drifted to her through the gloaming
and by the time it had reached her, had turned into Sean.

He kissed her again--he loved to kiss!--and pulled her to him.  His
erection was hot against the pliant flesh of her tummy.  She put her
arms around him, rand her hands up and let his satiny hair spill
through all ten of her fingers.  He broke the kiss and moved around
behind her.  Now she felt his penis against the small of her back. 
The wiry hair of his balls tickled along the top of her ass.  He
gripped an arm in each hand, similar to the way Kevin had held her
earlier.

"Something like this?" he called softly to Kevin.  His voice betrayed
his lust.

"If she moves the way you tell her to, you got it," Kevin replied.

Sean began to slowly march her forward, into the center of the
candlelight, toward where Kevin sat on the floor.  "Is this how you
like for him to direct you?" Sean asked her as they moved.  "Is this
one of the things that turns you on about him?"

"Yes," she answered, the word little more than a vaguely shaped
breath.

They arrived in front of Kevin.  Sean applied downward pressure on
Anna's arms.  "Sit," he said, and as she sat, Sean sat behind her.

Now she was facing Kevin, Sean behind her.  In the flickering light,
Kevin, with his goatee, looked suspiciously like the devil.  "I want
to know what he did to make you come so good," said Kevin.

"We're going to help him," said Sean, and she felt his feet sliding
underneath her thighs, his knees and ankles emerging along the inside
of hers, so that he had the leverage to open her legs with his, which
is exactly what he proceeded to do.  Kevin stared intently at her as
Sean smoothly opened her legs to him.  Sean wrapped his arms around
her torso.  "Lean back," he said to her, and she did, resting her back
against his chest.  "More," he said, "scoot your butt out, so you can
recline against me."  She did, and as the motion extended her legs, he
extended his along with hers.

Kevin stretched himself out on his stomach so that his face was inches
from her exposed pussy.  A useless wave of embarrassment swept over
her and she tried to close her legs a little bit, but Sean matched her
effort and her legs didn't close even an inch.

"I appear to be stuck," she said.

"You're stuck," Sean agreed, and he said something else but she didn't
catch it because suddenly blood sang loudly in her ears as Kevin
buried his face between her legs, plunging his tongue as deeply into
her cunt as he could.  She could feel the scratchiness of his goatee
on her vulva as he mashed his face against her.  "Whoo," she said in a
long breath, as if she'd just started the first drop on a roller
coaster.

Kevin was fucking her with his tongue as fiercely as he fucked her
with his cock, the same animalistic energy propelling his tongue into
her depths.  The sheer vigor of it all caused her to instantly begin
bucking her hips back at him.

"Stop," said Sean suddenly.  Anna assumed he was talking to her, but
Kevin stopped instead.  "Take your time," said Sean in a coaching
tone.  "Look at her."

Kevin looked at her cunt, his mouth still so close his ragged breath
tickled her wet slit.

Sean said to Kevin, "You see what I was talking about, about how her
lips blossom like rose petals?"

"Yeah," Kevin breathed onto Anna's cunt.

Sean said, "If you start slow sometime before she's aroused, you can
see it happen."

"How?" asked Kevin.

"You start like this," said Sean, one of his fingertips alighting near
her clit.  "Just licking lightly like this."  His fingertip brushed
her ever so lightly, causing her to moan in anticipation of more. 
"And you tease her up and down her length, like so," he said, his
finger now tracing north and south from her clit almost down to her
asshole.

"Is that the way you like it?" Kevin asked Anna.

"It's a teasing slow start," she answered, imagining Sean's finger was
really his tongue.

"In a few minutes," said Sean, "she begins to bloom, and the pink
inside begins to turn itself outward."

"It's so mellow and soothing, and arousing at the same time," added
Anna.

Sean continued talking and touching her with his finger.  "Once you
begin to taste her slickness on your tongue, then you start to press
inside, probe a little."  Anna squirmed as his finger began to apply
more pressure.

"Let me try," said Kevin, and Sean's finger was replaced with Kevin's
tongue, less urgent than before, fumbling a little bit trying to be
gentle.  Anna was frustrated because she was turned on past the gentle
point.  She wanted to get down to business.  But she also realized
tonight was her payback for having had her way all summer and no one
was going to listen to her trying to set the pace.

Kevin continued to lick her slit and even spiced things up a bit by
pulling her labia in between his teeth.  She indicated her approval
with loud moans.

"That's the way," said Sean.  "That gets her ready for action.  Now
the real secret is the clit, isn't it Anna?"

"It's the pleasure button," she agreed.

"Do you like it better when I suck it or just lick it?" Sean asked
her.

"Both ways," she said, and Kevin's tongue snaked upward searching for
that spot.  He got there, on and off of it, his tongue pushing and his
lips pulling, and the jolts went through her body.  Still, after a
minute of this, Sean could read in her responses that there was a
frustrating inconsistency to Kevin's activity.

"Here," said Sean, and again his fingers went down her body.  This
time they stopped at the top of her pussy and he spread two fingers,
pulling her clitoral hood back, revealing her already ripe clit for
all to see.  "There it is.  See what a cherry it is when she's like
this?"

"There?" said Kevin, reaching out to prod her bullseye with his
tongue.

"Ahhhh," moaned Anna.  "There.  Please.  Please, there."

"There you go," chuckled Sean, and his hands moved back up, massaging
her shoulders and breasts as Kevin sucked on her roundness, licked it,
and lashed it.

"God," said Anna, "Oh, God."

Sean disentangled himself from her and laid her back on the floor. 
"Do you want him to put a finger inside you while he's sucking your
clit?" he asked her, his hair washing around her head.

"Yes," she said, raising her hips.

"That way he can fuck you and suck you at the same time," said Sean.

"Yes," she said more urgently, waving her hips in the air.  "Yes," she
said, as Kevin buried a finger inside her.

Sean bent down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking
it greedily.  Out of everything that had happened tonight, it was
something totally different.  Having more than one set of hands on her
had been decadent, daring, and different than anything she had ever
done, ever thought she would do.  But this, two mouths locked on her
erogenous zones, both working to suck the pleasure to the surface, was
beyond it all.  She would never have imagined it felt like this.  The
multitude of sensations went haywire in her brain.

Sean could sense she was close to orgasm and he released her nipple
long enough to say, "What's better than one finger fucking you?" he
asked.

"A big hard cock fucking me," Anna grunted, imagining.

Sean bit her nipple so hard it made her gasp with pleasure and pain. 
"If you want to help Kevin right now, you can tell him what's better
than one finger fucking you."

"Two fingers fucking me," she answered, and without delay another of
Kevin's fingers wormed past her entrance, joining its sibling in her
molten depths.

Sean went back to work, sucking first one nipple, then the other, his
hair tickling her supercharged skin as it danced across her.  Kevin
had found his rhythm working his tongue and fingers in a coordinated
motion that felt sure to rip her orgasm right out of her gut.

"Go," she urged them.  She twined one hand back through Sean's lovely
hair.  "Go, Sean."  She placed her other hand firmly on the back of
Kevin's head, smashing his face even more roughly against her scorched
pussy.  "Go, Kevin."

And they did, and she came.  Goddamn, she came.  She came like a
meteor from outer space.  She burned up as she fell from the sky.  She
went so tight around herself she cried out with the pain of her
pleasure.  And when her meteoric orgasm finally broke apart low near
the horizon, it disappeared into the ocean in fine glowing filaments.

"Whoa," she said, when she could finally speak again.  And, thinking
that she had paid her debt to them, she added, "You guys sure made
your point."

"Don't think we're done," said Kevin.

"Yeah," said Sean.  "He had his lesson.  Now I get mine."

"You *cannot* be serious," Anna said in disbelief.  "I'm paralyzed
here."

"That's OK," said Sean.  "We've got it all covered."

"You cannot be serious," she breathed again.

Sean said, "Kevin, why don't you go refresh yourself with a beer? 
I'll call you when I'm ready."

"Sure thing, Chief," said Kevin, and he went to the kitchen.

"Don't move," Sean told Anna after Kevin had disappeared.

"Don't worry," said Anna, still trying to find herself after her
orgasm.

He went into her bedroom and returned with her bathrobe, the short,
cotton wrap that stopped just above her knee.

"Put this on," he said, holding it out to her.

Anna struggled to her feet, still woozy and rubbery with pleasure. 
Sean sat on the sofa while she tied the sash.  "Come here," he said
when she was finished.  "Turn around," he said when she got to the
sofa.

She was now standing with her back to him.  He pulled her toward him,
so that her legs were straddling his.  "Now," he whispered low in her
ear.  "Sit down."  She began to lower herself as he added, "Make sure
you manage to get my cock inside you."

She reached down between her legs and encircled him with her fingers,
holding him so she could position him against her opening, and she
sank down.  A bit of her wooziness had left her, offset by the fact
that she always liked the feeling of being fucked after she had come. 
It was a completing feel.  Sean's dick slide easily into her--she was
no less wet than before.  She bottomed out quickly and started to move
on his cock.

"No," he said, stopping her.  "I didn't say fuck me.  I said sit. 
Don't move."

"I wanna do it," she pouted, wiggling her ass.

Ignoring her, he said, "Spread out the bottom of your robe, so that it
covers all the good stuff."  Giving up with a sigh, she stopped
wiggling and smoothed the cotton around her with her palm.

"When Kevin comes back in here," Sean instructed, still whispering,
"You are not to move.  Do you understand?"

"I understand," she said, a trace of petulance still in her voice, and
Sean called into the kitchen, "OK, you can come on back in."

Kevin walked in, a half-empty beer in his hand.  Even in the
candlelight Anna could see the sweat beaded on the bottle and she was
suddenly very thirsty.

Kevin looked at them and said, "Hey, man," like he was greeting them
on the sidewalk.  Anna thought he looked especially powerful with the
candlelight casting deep shadows between the mounds of his pectorals. 
His dick dangled, half hard, lolling against his thigh when he walked.

Sean, in contrast, was undeniably hard and high up inside her.  He
rested his hands lightly on her sides.  He didn't move, but she felt
his cock twitch, a pulse against the walls of her cunt.  She didn't
know if it was voluntary or just his excitement, but she decided to
give him a quick squeeze back anyway.  He dug his fingers into the
soft cotton of her robe just a little harder when she did.

The two of them still hadn't moved so that Kevin could tell.  Kevin
took another swig of his beer.  "What are you up to?" he asked.  Anna
didn't know if he was asking her or Sean.

Sean answered before she could decide.  He spoke into her ear.  "Kevin
told me about the sunset cocktail cruise the two of you took in the
Charleston Harbor."

Anna groaned.  "You two really spent too much time together."  She
looked at Kevin.  "Can I have a sip of that beer, please?  I'm
parched."

Kevin held up the two fingers he'd recently had inside her.  "I'd say
you were pretty well wet."  He held the beer out but Sean stopped him.
 To Anna, he said, "You can have a drink after you tell me what
happened on the sailboat that day."

Anna shifted her weight in Sean's lap, which caused him to clamp his
hands more tightly to her sides.  "Be still!" he hissed in her ear.

Trying to remain immobile, Anna said, "I don't guess it would do me
any good to soft-pedal this story?"

"I already told him everything," Kevin said with a wicked grin.  "But
I guess he wants to hear it from your mouth."

Anna sighed.  "OK.  It's the story of my summer.  We had sex."

"Was it a big boat?" asked Sean.

"About twenty-five feet," said Anna.

"And there were others on board?"

"Of course.  It was a chartered sunset cruise."

"How many?" asked Sean, his cock giving involuntary responses to her
clenching.

"Two other couples, plus the captain and his mate."

"That's not a lot of space for privacy," observed Sean.

"No," agreed Anna.

"So," Sean said, and she felt his dick give another little shiver
inside her, "how did you pull it off?"

"We were in the bow and the others were in the back for a few minutes.
 I was wearing a dress and I sat on his lap.  We made sure the dress
covered everything up."  As she told it, she still couldn't believe
she had let Kevin talk her into it.  A fresh surge of arousal coursed
through her as she remembered how still they had tried to be, the tiny
rhythm as his hips pressed his flesh into hers, and she ground her ass
against him in response and clenched her pussy as tightly as she could
around him, just as she now found herself doing to Sean as she spoke.

"Did anyone know?" asked Sean.

"I don't know," said Anna.  "I don't think so.  They looked our way a
couple of times, but no one seemed to take any special notice."  She
felt Sean's thighs twitch a bit, which made her recall the way Kevin's
body had trembled as he'd tried to disguise his orgasm that evening,
how still he had held her as he shot his load up into her.

"So I was wondering," said Sean.  "How can it be that a woman gets
fucked so discreetly?  Is it really so easy to conceal the fact that
she's got a man's cock buried inside her?"  He looked at Kevin.  "What
do you think, man?  What's going on here?  Is she just sitting
politely on my lap right now, or am I fucking her even as we speak?"

Kevin took a long pull on his beer before he answered, gazing at her
from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.  She knew he was
trying to read the signs of her body, and she found herself getting
turned on all over again by her efforts to be inscrutable while she
was so aware of Sean's hot presence inside her.

"I know what I'd be doing," he finally said, "but Sean's a different
kind of dude, so I shouldn't assume he'd be doing the same."  He
walked a little bit closer.  "And Anna, well, the one thing we've
discovered about her is that she's a good little secret keeper.  You
don't give away anything you don't want to, do you?"

"Not if I can help it," said Anna, feeling, despite the fact that
she'd already come, more turned on by the minute.

Kevin stared down into her eyes.  "You'd think the eyes would give it
all away.  You'd think the eyes would flash a certain kind of way if a
woman's being fucked, but here I look into your beautiful brown eyes,
Anna, and all I see is this nice, conservative girl."

"It's just some summer craziness," she said, holding his gaze.  "Come
the fall, I'll be back to the nice, conservative girl I've always
been."

"But for now?" said Kevin.

"Give me a drink," she said.  Her throat was burning now, along with
the rest of her muscles, because she was still remaining obediently
still on Sean's lap, even though she longed to jump up and down on the
secret he was holding so hard and still inside her.

Kevin tipped the bottle to her lips and she greedily sucked down the
remaining third of the beer.  "Well?" she said, looking up at him when
she had swallowed.  "You haven't answered his question.  Is he fucking
me or not?"

Kevin put the beer bottle down and slid one had beneath each of her
armpits.  "If he's fucking you," he said, "then this should be a
pretty good giveaway."

Anna gasped as he lifted her a few inches and broke the seal that had
formed at the intersection of her cunt and the base of Sean's cock.

Kevin grinned and eased her down again.  "I think that's a yes, unless
it's just another of your clever ruses."

"Oh," she said as he lifted her up and let her back down again.  She
could feel Sean's breathing quickening against her neck from the
movement of her pussy along his dick.

"Yeah," said Kevin.  "He's definitely fucking you.  Now let's see." 
He bent and undid her sash and pulled the robe open.  Then he slid his
hands back under her armpits and began lifting and lowering her again,
watching as Sean's penis appeared and disappeared with the motion. 
Kevin's own penis, now at eye level, rose like a cobra as it stiffened
while he watched.  He was lifting and lowering her in a slowly
measured tempo.

"OK," she said, given over again.  "Fuck me now.  Fuck me faster,
please."

"Who are you talking to?" asked Sean, hot and moist in her ear.

"Both of you," she said.

"Yeah," said Kevin, but he lowered her and kept her still again. 
"Just one more thing."

"Oh, God," Anna pleaded.  "Just fuck me."

"Did you ever fuck both of us in the same day?" asked Kevin.

"I don't know," said Anna.

"Don't lie," he said.

"No," she said.  "Never."

"Never say never," Kevin said, and began again, lifting and lowering
her, slowly at first, but with increasing vigor.  She never failed to
be amazed at the untiring strength in his arms.

"That's good," she breathed, reaching out to capture Kevin's now
rock-hard cock.  A clear crystal bead of precum had swelled from the
tip and Anna washed its briny slickness around his cockhead with her
tongue.  Then she lowered her head until its crown parted her lips.

Now she had both of their cocks coming and going at the same time. 
When Kevin lifted her up, her cunt moved up on Sean, and her mouth
moved up on Kevin.  When he lowered her, their cocks slid back into
her in tandem.  They were all three beginning to moan the faster Kevin
moved her.  Suddenly she felt Sean's hands, which were still free
because Kevin was doing all the heavy lifting.  Sean was spreading her
labia, unmasking her once-again juicy clit.  She moaned around the
fullness of Kevin's cock as Sean began to strum her cherry with expert
precision.

Her second orgasm swept over her in a surge of surprise.  She was not
multiply orgasmic, and had never come twice in such quick succession. 
Her clit, still harboring some of the electricity from her first
orgasm, suddenly lit up like a sparkler, and before she knew it
everything was fireworks and she had thrown her head back in shock as
the very air around her popped in spangles of white and red and her
body cast endless ribbons of pleasure out into the night.

She had been crying out, reduced to primitive, guttural pleasure
howls, as she came, and as the main tide of her orgasm subsided to
more mellow waves, she became aware that Sean had added his voice to
hers.  Kevin slammed her down one final time and as her ass crashed
against Sean, Sean pulled her even tighter against him and rewarded
her rippling cunt with his answering orgasm.  He cried out almost as
if in pain as his cock swelled and burst inside her.

They stayed locked together like that for a few seconds, until Sean
began to subside with the final emptying of himself into her thirsty
pussy.  As Sean began to go limp beneath her, she leaned forward,
intending to give Kevin the treat he'd never enjoyed and let him come
in her mouth, but Kevin had other plans.  As soon as he saw that Sean
was spent he picked her up and laid her down on the floor, and before
she could protest, he was between her legs, his cock slipping so
easily into her already flooded depths.  She had never noticed any
difference in their cocks, but now she noticed for the first time that
Kevin's cock was ever so slightly thicker than Sean's, so that even
after her vaginal walls had opened to match Sean's proportions, she
still felt herself giving way a tiny bit to Kevin.  He held still
against her for a long moment, whispering low in her ear, "You never
told me how quivery you are inside after you come.  I'm glad to feel
that."  He started to move.  "But there's still one more thing the
bleeding-heart artist doesn't get, and that's what I mean about the
good hard fuck."  And with that he wasted no more time, moving against
her with locomotive ferocity.  Anna locked her legs around him.  She
grunted and groaned and hung on for dear ecstatic life as Kevin fucked
her with an energy even he had never quite matched before.  She could
hardly believe he didn't crush her pelvis a minute later when he
ground her hips into the carpet as he came.

It was all nearly too much for Anna.  Two orgasms and two lovers,
physical exhaustion and the unreality of the situation combined to
send her into something of a swoon afterwards.  She was limp and
dreamy.  She didn't resist as the two of them lifted her and set her
into a drawn bath, and she dozed through the tender ministrations of
four hands bathing her.  Afterward, they laid her down in her bed, and
she slept, whether accompanied or alone she did not know, only that
when she finally roused the next morning just at dawn, she was the
only one in the room.

The events of the preceding night drifted back to her as if from a
dream, and she wondered if Sean and Kevin had gone home until, sitting
up in bed, she saw the two of them standing on the beach, their forms
backlit against the emerging sun.  They never looked so opposite as
they did in silhouette.  Kevin's form was direct and powerful even in
outline, and Sean's shape was almost as willowy as the strands of his
hair that Anna could see blowing in the offshore breeze.  The two men
seemed to be deep in conversation.  After the audacities they had
pulled off the night before, she figured she should be worried.  But
she didn't feel worried.  Was it a silly thing to think that nothing
had really changed?  She was as certain as ever--maybe even more so,
if that was possible--that when the summer ended the craziness would
pass and she would find her way back to her old one-man steady ways. 
She looked forward to it.  It was the right way for her to live her
life.  But as the sun broke free of the ocean and Sean and Kevin
turned back up the beach toward the house, she wondered what the next
few weeks might be like if the two of them actually stuck around.  She
lay back in the bed, luxuriating in the fresh morning air, stretching
her muscles, still a little sore from the night, regaling in the
flutter of the linens over her bare skin.  She giggled quietly to
herself, wondering what her roommate Laura would think if she knew
that Anna was lying in bed at sunrise, naked, awaiting the arrival of
her summer lovers.


THE END

Walt9899
June 18, 2003

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