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The Rules
by BlueHat (bluehat12345@yahoo.com)

***

I walked in to the hotel room, and saw all three of 
them. They were practically naked and rubbing and 
kissing each other. They wanted me to play a game; a 
wicked game which could make me sorry I decided to 
play. (FFM, reluc, orgy, preg)

***

This work was completed during the month of: November 
2005

***

I arrived at the hotel room, and found Lucy there. What 
shocked me, however, was that Sheryl and Beatty were 
also present. Furthermore, they were all laying on the 
king-sized bed, which was turned down with the mattress 
and top sheet thrown aside. The most striking thing 
about the three of them, however, was the fact that 
they were all wearing only their bras and panties, and 
were each posed in a very alluring manner. 

Lucy in particular was in the "lying down, feet on the 
bed, one knee bent up and the other knee slightly 
lower, toes pointed" sexy pose that I always died for. 
They were rubbing each other up and down and trading 
kisses, and frequently gazed at me with a big grin.

I gazed down at all three of them. I smiled and said, 
"Well, it looks like you three had something a bit more 
interesting in mind than a rendezvous with only Lucy 
and I." Then she spoke.

"Well, we want to play a game," Lucy cooed with a 
sneaky and sexy smile. "I think you'll like this game," 
she said and smiled wider, "because you can fuck all of 
us."

My eyes widened and I acquired a huge grin.

"But there are rules," Sheryl continued for Lucy. 
"First, you have to fuck all three of us, and you have 
to do so continuously. You can't stop to rest once you 
start."

"Second," Beatty added, "you have to fuck each of us 
for 30 seconds at a time, no more no less. After 30 
seconds has expired, you have to move on to the next 
girl. That way, you treat all of us equally."

All three of them looked at each other and giggled. 
Sheryl gave Beatty a full kiss on her upper neck.

"Third, and this is the fun part," Beatty declared, 
"you are not allowed to use a condom." She exhaled.

I was stymied. "Are you all on the pill?" I asked.

"None of us are," Sheryl replied and giggled. "We're 
all relatively fertile right now, too."

I swung my head around to Sheryl. Were they serious?

"Fourth, once you start cumming inside one of us," 
Sheryl explained, "you are not allowed to stop cumming 
until you are finished. You have to unload all your cum 
inside only one girl. This way, one and only one of us 
will probably get pregnant," she said.

All three girls, nearly in unison, unbuttoned and 
slipped off their bras, so that I got a big eyeful of 
their seductive tits.

"Oh, and one more thing. This game can only be played 
right now. Not tomorrow, not next week, never again. 
And you might not get an opportunity to fuck any of us 
ever again, either. Well?" said Lucy.

I thought about it for a moment. I'd have given my 
right arm and right leg to fuck either Lucy or Sheryl -
- they were that hot. If I knocked up Lucy or Sheryl, I 
guess I could be okay with that -- but the risk of 
knocking up Beatty was awful. Moreover, I did enjoy the 
single life. I didn't want a baby at all, but how could 
I pass a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity up? It was like 
a horny male dream. A threesome with two super hotties. 
What good is being single, anyway, if you can't have 
fun once in a while, right?

As I completed the thought, all three women hooked 
their thumbs under the straps of their panties and 
slowly pulled them down, off their sensuous mounds, and 
down their long legs. I was salivating.

"Hell yes, let's play!" I found myself saying.

The girls all looked at each other and giggled. "That's 
what we wanted to hear," Sheryl responded.

I didn't even need a drink. I couldn't wait to get 
started.

I mounted Lucy, and she set the 30-second timer. As I 
started to fuck Lucy, I could believe that I was 
actually inside this unbelievably hot model, 
unprotected, and pounding away at her fragile frame. I 
thought I was going to fire my load right there at the 
start, because I felt so horny and yet so relieved at 
the same time. It was paradise fucking Lucy.

Lucy was a swimsuit model and was of Polynesian 
descent. She had a killer tan but wasn't quite brown: 
more golden somehow. She had the long, silky, ultra-
gorgeous hair which is common of an Asian bombshell, 
and the thin frame to match. Her waist was tiny and 
stomach flat and tight, and her legs were long and 
slender. 

Her face was immaculately cute, with a small nose, 
alluring eyes, and full lips. You would swear it was 
face of a 15 year old, although Lucy was 23. Her makeup 
was perfect, that of a porn star, and her finger and 
toenails were painted cherry red. Her tits were 
definitely ample and perky for an Asian girl. Lucy had 
been on the cover of Sports Illustrated on more than 
one occasion, and was definitely more famous than I 
probably deserved. Some guys have all the luck!

I was so into Lucy that I had almost forgotten about 
Sheryl and Beatty, laying seductively right next to me 
and Lucy. I had met Lucy less than a week ago through 
Sheryl, whom I had known for about a year. Sheryl 
actually could be a model herself. She was a tall 
blonde, also with a golden tan. (Maybe girls with 
golden tans wandered around in packs, I fantasized.) 

She had big, bright green eyes and a cute face. She was 
tall and slender, but womanly in shape. She had a 
French manicure on both her fingernails and her 
toenails, and dark red lipstick. Sheryl's breasts were 
larger than Lucy's but just as perky, and her nipples 
were like pencil erasers: very erotic. 

Her long blonde hair was set in waves that went to the 
small of her back. Sheryl's legs were among the best I 
had ever seen, too. Sheryl had only thought about 
professional modelling off and on, although, at 21, I 
had definitely thought that any swimsuit photographer 
would die to have her in front of the lens.

Then there was Beatty. I had known Beatty the longest, 
maybe 4 years. She definitely contrasted to the other 
two girls, and not in a good way. Beatty was about 30 
pounds overweight by my estimate, and it definitely 
showed on her belly, legs, arms, and face. She wasn't 
attractive nearly in the sense that either Lucy or 
Shirley were, although her face was cute in its own 
way. Her hands looked a bit like that of a man, and her 
legs were awkward and not very shapely. 

Usually, her hair was always thrown about without care 
or purpose, and she rarely wore makeup. Today, however, 
her hair was clumsily bunched up in a pony tail, and 
she had on a marginal amount of makeup which was 
applied skillessly to her face. She hadn't painted her 
finger or toenails, either. 

Beatty and I were on-and-off friends, but I knew her 
much better than the other two girls. She was 27 
compared to my 24, and was good friends with Sheryl. I 
hadn't been interested in Beatty at all for a 
relationship or otherwise, and I think she had finally 
realized that fact after the first 3 years or so of our 
friendship. But anyway, it was she who knew Sheryl and 
Sheryl who had brought Lucy to this little surprise 
party!

Before I knew it, "BING!" the timer went off, and Lucy 
pushed me off, almost violently. "Go to Sheryl!" she 
yelled.

I pulled out of Lucy with a quick yank, moved over to 
Sheryl's awaiting, upturned hips, and plunged down into 
her waiting cunt. I started rhythmically moving around 
inside her, sensing her pleasure at initial 
penetration. Then I started pounding her faster. It 
felt really good. Again, I felt like I made it to about 
halfway -- or maybe a little more -- toward my goal of 
orgasm for the 30-second duration. When I had just 
started to really have fun fucking Sheryl, "BING!"

Dammit. Now it was Beatty's turn. True to the rules of 
the game, I pulled out of Sheryl and reluctantly moved 
over to Beatty. She had a huge smile on her face. It 
seemed to me that she looked as if she was a virgin at 
that moment, as if she had anticipated sex for a long 
time. However, she did not carry the aura of fear that 
a virgin might just before her first experience. Her 
round and baggy face just gave a happy smile, a smile 
of gleefulness.

I entered her more slowly than I had the first two 
girls. Lucy noticed and yelled, "Hey! Get inside her 
now and start fucking!" I did.

Beatty was more wet than the other girls (as I assumed 
she would be -- she probably didn't get as much sex as 
the other two girls did, I reasoned) and therefore was 
quicker to penetrate. I started fucking Beatty loyally, 
although I was really thinking about Lucy and Sheryl 
while I was screwing her. Beatty seemed to be enjoying 
it a lot, and I guessed that I was glad that I could 
give her some pleasure. "BING!" It was Lucy's turn 
again.

This time, Lucy was more wet so I went in more easily. 
I began to think of my orgasm. I had to cum in either 
Lucy or Sheryl to come out on top of this game (sort-
of), so I figured that I should try my hardest to fuck 
to climax at the beginning of sessions with either of 
those two girls. I started fucking Lucy harder and 
faster -- and Lucy's face and body were driving me 
wild. However, I didn't get nearly as close to orgasm 
as I had expected to when the bell went "BING!"

Inside Sheryl, I again started trying to score my prize 
of sexual bliss, fucking her hard and fast just like I 
love to do when I am trying to cum. Sheryl smiled at me 
and winked at me, and it turned me on very much. Again, 
however, the bell's "BING!" came far too soon.

Beatty seemed to be more vigorous than before when I 
fucked her, and moved with my thrusts as I engaged her 
body. She still had that very wide, happy smile on her 
face. I could feel my orgasm growing a little, but not 
too much, and I was happy about that. "BING!"

The rounds with each girl continued in succession, and 
I stuck to my word of playing by the rules. Just the 
sight of Lucy and Sheryl was driving my cock to a huge 
length and impressive rigidity, as my lust continued to 
increase even as I fucked. Their perfect 10 bodies made 
me mad with desire. On the other hand, Beatty's body 
wasn't much more than a 4, I would guess. 

It wouldn't have done much for me (in fact, I might 
have made me less horny than if I had been alone) had 
it not been for the fact that Sheryl and Lucy were 
right there. I kept looking over at Lucy and Sheryl's 
bodies, even as I was fucking Beatty. Their presence 
apparently made it irrelevant that the girl I was 
fucking wouldn't normally have turned me on.

I kept taking my rounds: Lucy, then Sheryl, then 
Beatty, then Lucy again. After around the 6th round 
with each girl, I noticed that I was getting slighter 
closer to climax when I was inside Beatty than when I 
was in either Lucy and Sheryl. This was despite the 
fact that I was vigorously trying to cum in either Lucy 
or Sheryl when it was their turns. This puzzled me 
greatly. Sure, I was looking mostly at Lucy and 
Sheryl's bodies almost all the time, but that shouldn't 
make me get closer while inside Beatty -- in fact, I 
expected the opposite.

After the 9th and 10th rounds, this trend was more 
apparent. I was definitely getting harder and closer to 
orgasm when I was inside Beatty as compared to the 
other two girls. I wasn't fucking Beatty very 
vigorously at all. All three girls still smiled at me 
as I fucked them: Lucy and Sheryl in a sexy and 
sinister way, and Beatty with the undisturbed, gleeful 
countenance.

What was going on? I was getting fairly close to orgasm 
while fucking Beatty during the 14th round when I 
figured it out. Lucy and Sheryl were not clenching my 
cock with their pussies at all. They were staying as 
loose as humanly possible, like soft jelly which 
doesn't push back. 

They were not rutting with me as I fucked, either. On 
the other hand, Beatty was fucking me back when I 
thrust into her and she gripped my cock, squeezing it 
tightly and massaging it with her cunt muscles. She was 
doing the usual job of fucking that Lucy and Sheryl had 
shrugged off. Lucy and Sheryl were wearing my efforts 
down, while Beatty was invigorating my lust and 
bringing me closer to climax.

I guess I had been distracted by Lucy and Sheryl's good 
looks and didn't notice that their sex wasn't 
gratifying. This was very unsettling. "BING!" I moved 
to Lucy. I started fucking her desperately, screwing 
like a wild bucking bronco. I couldn't get anywhere. I 
wanted to cum so badly -- but my cock couldn't get 
there. I felt like it was a huge, overfilled water 
balloon which wanted to burst but had walls too thick 
to do so. 

"BING!" I moved to Sheryl. Like a jackhammer I fucked, 
as if my orgasm was my ticket to salvation. I fucked 
and fucked and fucked, but still got nowhere. The time 
seemed to slow down as I pounded at Sheryl's cunt 
fruitlessly for 24 seconds. "Please -- please fuck me," 
I said to her. She didn't even blink and held her 
beautiful smile. "BING!"

I felt fear and dread. As I moved off Sheryl, she 
looked at my concerned face and gave a tiny little 
giggle. She almost sounded as if she thought I looked 
very cute. I reluctantly moved to Beatty, and paused as 
I placed myself at her opening. "Go in!" Sheryl 
ordered. I did.

I started pounding Beatty, trying to fight off my 
orgasm. I felt her pulling and squeezing and sucking at 
my cock with her pussy. It did feel good -- and my cock 
approved very much. Too bad my mind couldn't concur 
with my misguided cock's sentiment. I kept fucking her, 
as the rules stated. I was so close to orgasm now and I 
was very afraid. I looked over at the other two girls 
and their sexy bodies. My god, they were gorgeous. I 
saw both their faces looking over at mine, still 
smiling. They were so hot.

I looked over at the clock: "25 seconds.. 26.. 27.. 
28.." Just as I started to pull out, I felt Beatty give 
my huge, bloated cock one last yank up with her cunt 
and I unleashed a tsunami of white fluid into her. 
"FUCK!" I moaned. As I began my orgasm, Lucy and Sheryl 
sprang up and ran over to me, Lucy on my left and 
Sheryl on my right, massaging me and rubbing their 
hands all over my back and chest. I felt both of them 
put pressure on my ass making it very difficult for me 
to escape. "You can't pull out now," Sheryl reminded 
me. "Yes, you have to shoot it all inside," Lucy 
reinforced.

I felt myself pump so much cum into Beatty's pussy that 
I was dumbfounded. If I had cum outside of her, I would 
have covered the entire room with white as well as all 
three girls. Wave after wave of intense pleasure shot 
through my body as I sprayed my semen inside this girl 
just like nature intended that I do. The pleasure was 
my reward -- my gift for fulfilling my role as a man.

I came for all of another 20 seconds before I finally 
stopped. Before I had regained my senses entirely, I 
felt Sheryl lean over to my right ear and whisper, 
"Daddy time." Then Lucy leaned over to my left ear and 
whispered, with a huge smile, "Now you're fucked," 
echoing the sentiment. I looked down at Beatty's face. 
Somehow, her smile was even more gleeful than before.

***

I couldn't believe my luck. I had been on two dates 
with the hottest girl that I could possibly imagine, 
and we had both had a great time at each one. I wasn't 
a good bowler or very adept at miniature golf, but that 
hadn't seemed to matter to Lucy. We had kissed for 
several minutes at the end of each date, but that was 
as much as we had done so far.

At the end of our second date, Lucy had said, smiling 
and still kissing me, "Hmm... Well, hmm.. I'm staying 
at my hotel for a few more weeks... Do you think that.. 
you would like to meet me at my hotel room tomorrow 
night?"

Was she kidding? I wanted nothing more! I was in 
heaven.

"Oh, I think we can work something out," I said with a 
sexy look and a smile. Lucy giggled.

***

When Sheryl introduced me to Lucy, I thought I had died 
and gone to heaven. "Girls who look like that don't 
exist in real life," I thought, but there she was. 
Sheryl, Lucy and I were at lunch, and I thought it was 
a lunch I wanted to last forever. By and by, Sheryl 
dismissed herself, claiming that she needed to go 
shopping, and left Lucy and I there together. What's 
more, Lucy didn't leave shortly after Sheryl did!

We talked for a while, and I tried to put on the charm 
as best I could. It must have worked, because Lucy 
asked if she could see me again. How about tomorrow 
night, bowling?

"Fuck yes!" I thought.

***

It was a little less than a year after Beatty, feeling 
worthless and completely vulnerable, had run to and 
confided in Sheryl when she had been lying at the pool. 
Even after that time, Sheryl felt strong sympathy for 
her friend and anger at the situation which caused it. 

Beatty herself was still melancholy concerning what had 
happened, but had composed her life so that she wasn't 
so much affected by it on a day to day basis. Still, 
she was obviously sad to Sheryl: she had been that way 
all year long. Sheryl had wanted to help her during 
that time, but didn't know how. Sheryl's friend Lucy 
was very confident and seemed to know everything, so 
Sheryl and Beatty had come to Lucy's hotel room when 
she had been travelling through town.

The situation had been explained to Lucy and it was 
clear that she understood completely. Lucy smiled a 
large, winning, knowing smile. Beatty and Sheryl, who 
were both sitting on the bed while Lucy had been 
standing and listening, just looked at each other, 
confused, but they were glad that Lucy might have some 
good advice for Beatty's problem.

Lucy came over to both of them, still smiling, and 
kissed them both, in succession. She put her arms 
around them. "Don't worry girls, I know exactly what to 
do," she cooed.

***

Beatty ran around Sheryl's apartment, to the backyard 
and pool area where she knew Sheryl would probably be 
sunbathing. Beatty was crying.

Surely enough, Sheryl had been sunbathing, but turned 
her head to the right when she heard the gate to the 
backyard opening and closing. It was Beatty.

Beatty ran up to Sheryl, and Sheryl could see the tears 
immediately. "Fuck," she said. "What is wrong?"

Beatty explained what had happened, and the look of 
anger and resentment in Sheryl's face grew and grew. 
"Who the fuck does he think he is??" she screamed out 
after Sheryl was done. "He can't treat you like this. 
You're a good girl and a great catch. He's a crazy fool 
if he doesn't see that. Fucking men. They are all 
pigs!" She continued, a little calmer, holding Beatty, 
"Beatty, I know that it hurts, but maybe you should try 
to find someone else?"

Through the tears, Beatty said, "No, it's him. I love 
him. I love no one else, and I never will."

Sheryl, with her mouth slightly parted, just stared at 
Beatty, holding her. Then a small tear came running 
down her face as well. "We can find out something to do 
about this. I'm sure we can help Brad to see how 
wonderful you are. Brad needs to learn to be 
responsible for a change, and quit being a playboy. We 
can think of something."

***

"I'm sorry, Beatty, but that's just the way I feel," 
Brad explained. Beatty was now crying at the dinner 
table, and the other customers at the restaurant were 
starting to look in their direction.

"But I love you!" Beatty yelled.

"No, you don't, Beatty. You just think you do," was all 
the comforting that Brad could muster at the moment. "I 
just don't think about you that way. We are great 
friends, and I value your friendship very much. I don't 
want to lose that at all."

"Please... please... can't you just give me a chance?" 
she replied through the tears.

Brad reached his hand over to Beatty's arm. "Beatty, I 
think you are a great person, and some day, you will 
find the man who is right for you, and you two will be 
very, very happy together."

"But I want you," she pathetically murmured. Then she 
seemed angry, "We've been friends for 4 years: I 
thought you might like me --"

"I just don't feel that way, Beatty. I'm sorry," Brad 
interrupted.

"It's my body, isn't it!" she screamed. Most of the 
patrons at the restaurant were now looking their way. 
"And my looks. I'm too fat, and I'm not pretty. I don't 
know how to be pretty!" she yelled, and a fresh batch 
of tears erupted.

"Beatty, don't say that. Of course you are beautiful," 
he said, wanting to add, "in your own special way," but 
thought the better of it. "You will find someone who 
deserves you someday."

"You don't appreciate me for me!" she yelled. "I'm not 
just some slut who you can use to tickle your cock!"

"Beatty! Hey, hush!" Brad said, feeling all the eyes on 
them. "It's not like that. We haven't even had sex! Are 
you nuts?"

Beatty sprang up and ran out of the restaurant. Brad 
sighed. He regretted the last thing he had said to her.

***

Beatty couldn't wait to see Brad at dinner tonight. She 
was smiling. He had unexpectedly asked her to dinner 
tonight, and that was exciting. It might mean that he 
had finally decided to show some interest in her! She 
was in bliss. He might even decide to ask her out 
again, and then maybe to his apartment...

She gasped at the thought. Beatty had always been 
attracted to Brad, and who wasn't, she thought. Brad 
was a pretty sexy man, with dark, thick eyebrows, a 
deep tan, tall, dark and handsome. She had fallen for 
him not too long after they had met nearly 4 years ago. 
My, how time had flown.

She walked around her apartment, re-arranging her 
flowers over and over again. She thought of Brad. "Yes, 
he'll want me," she said to herself, "and we'll go to 
the park as a couple and hold hands and go to parties 
and be a couple and be so happy together." She could 
hardly contain herself. "Everyone will see us and know 
we are happy. Then, one day, he will ask me to marry 
him!" she thought, as she twirled around in a full 
circle several times with a big smile. She was swooning 
in anticipation.

"And someday," she thought with sudden excitement and 
confidence, "I am going to have his babies."

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