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Rock, Paper, Scissors
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
One girlfriend can be a lot of fun. Factor your fiancee
into the equation also and you're talking sexual
anarchy. (MFF, bi, oral, orgy)
***
Just how fickle is man?
You would think that I of all people, could answer that
question, being born of the sex in question? Fact is, I
must plead the fifth here, having regrettably an inside
knowledge of both the case and its litigants.
It seems I am currently on a soul-cleansing kick of
sorts, given my propensity of late to divulge various
aspects of my sexual experiences that assuredly portray
me as a man of dubious ethical status. Certainly the
last chapter of "HV Postscript" entitled When the Sun
Goes Down On Harper Valley, does not exactly upsize my
credibility as either a bona-fide protector of
womanhood in general or as a father per se!
Now it is time to lay aside another myth - the
monogamous nature of Peter_Pan.
Some of you may recall an earlier published
recollection entitled PSG? If not, it matters little.
The story simply explored the outcome for a teenage
girl in Colorado, who fulfilled her wish to meet with
the likely deviate, who penned the Harper Valley series
and which she freely admitted had provided her with
many a night of orgasmic solace.
Our meeting that afternoon was not without its own two-
way emotional entrapment. What I failed to point out to
readers subsequently is that we planned on marrying...
and before you cast your heavy-handed judgments upon
me, be aware that such a union was shortly afterwards
fully ratified by Katie's parents themselves, despite
both being considerably younger even than me.
I had of course then, no right whatsoever being in
Springfield Ohio the week before last, attempting to
resurrect a seven-year's past, romantic interlude with
Amy that was chronicled in some detail in "On the Banks
of the Ohio."
Why then did I do it?
It assuredly wasn't to compromise my relationship with
Katie. It certainly reflected no intention on my part
to 'play the field' to feed my own vanity. If I had to
offer some psychological insight into my behavior it is
because I simply love girls - uniquely and separately.
I tend to compartmentalise relationships and live each
on subtly different planes. Ultimately of course this
is not workable - which is why, shortly after I wrote
at the very end of "Back To The Future" - "So where do
we go from here?" I confessed to Amy the situation with
Katie.
She looked at me for a few moments, neither angry or
tearful.
"Have you any idea what you do want?" she asked
eventually, drawing the bed-sheets up around her waist.
"I want both of you," I replied almost with petulance.
"And how many others are there?" she enquired. "Are we
just talking about America or does your problem extend
to various other continents?"
"I haven't explained this very well, have I?" I offered
up, none to confidently.
"You haven't explained it at all," Amy responded.
"Matter of fact, I'm not even sure why I'm still
talking to you." She was almost pouting now - quite the
prettiest little expression on her face.
"So let me see if I'm understanding this Noel." she
continued. "You fly out from Sydney Australia just to
see me in Springfield. You tell me you love me, mainly
because you 'forgot' to mention it last time you were
in Ohio while taking a vulnerable sixteen-year old
girl's virginity one hot summer's afternoon. Now,
almost eight years later, we make love all night but
instead of getting me breakfast as you promised, you
sit there telling me "well actually there IS this girl
in Colorado I had planned on marrying?" Have I missed
anything?
"Yes," I said. "The whole point of what I was trying to
explain Amy." I paused for a moment "Would you like me
to go downstairs and cook you some breakfast
sweetheart?"
"No, its OK," she replied sweetly, "I'd only want to
throw it at you... SWEETIE!"
Neither of us spoke for a moment.
"So what age "teenie" is she? Are we even talking
"legal" here?"
"She's nineteen," I confessed. Damn it did sound
ridiculous, even after putting her age up a few months.
"Well I guess I can't be overly critical," she said
matter-of-factly. I was only a couple of weeks past
being fifteen myself that day down at the river. What
is it with you and majorly young girls? You think maybe
your middle-life crisis is extending into old age?"
"Ouch" I said, "Nah its nothing like that Amy. I
haven't lied to you - I do love you, its just that..."
she cut me dead.
"Yeah - you love Katie too - and God knows how many
other girls you have managed to seduce by virtue of the
written word. You know what makes me angrier than
anything Noel?"
I looked at her blankly.
"The fact that I love you as well. I can't believe how
stupid, naïve, and gullible I must be." She stared at
the bed-covers for fully a minute. "So what is the
plan?" she asked.
"Let's drive to Denver and sort this out?" I proffered.
"You mean like girl to girl?" she levelled at me. "Yeah
right! While you take yourself down to the nearest
coffee bar and seduce two more waitresses during their
meal break? Good idea! And like Katie is gonna be real
happy to see me isn't she? Oh and the other thing - you
wanna drive to Denver? You know how long that would
take? Well over eighteen hours! And guess what? I'll
need a lift home!"
**
"What KIND of problem?" Katie asked, after I rang her
cell.
I had of course to tell her I was back in the States to
which she understandably enquired,
"Dare I ask where... not to mention why?"
I figured the latter was best left unanswered at this
juncture. Pagan Sex Goddesses can be a real handful
when they get mad.
During the course of the next couple of sentences I
finally brought up the subject of my twenty-four year
old compatriot.
"That's not the Amy from your Ohio story is it?" she
asked. "I had more or less assumed that story was
true." She was quiet for a moment or two. "OMG Noel
you've gone back to see her haven't you?" I could feel
the generated heat. The phone line went dead.
Took multiple call-backs but as always, a girl's
naturally inquisitive nature won out over anger.
I had barely gotten out a couple of brief sentences in
between being castigated from pillar to post when Katie
asked outright.
"Is she there with you now?" I had of course to be
honest in my reply.
"Put her on please... I think I'll get more sense out
of her." I handed Amy the cell.
The two of them must have run up one hell of a bill,
but as the conversation wore on, it was evident there
was little or no animosity being engendered either way.
At the point Amy started actually giggling, I was
flummoxed.
Eventually she put the phone down and turned to me.
"She is way too intelligent for you Noel," she laughed.
"I can't wait to meet her."
For a twelve hundred mile trip, it went pretty damn
quick. The first day, we drove from dusk till dawn
pulling into Topeka KS, which at six seventy five miles
from Springfield, was well over half-way. Booking a
suite at the Ramada Inn on East Sixth, we both availed
ourselves of a hot shower (separately guys... .kindly
keep your minds above the belt would you please!)
Way too late for dinner, we simply had room service
bring up an array of sandwiches and liquid
refreshments. We ate in near silence for the greater
part of it.
Cleared away, we changed for bed and Amy sure as Hell
wasn't going to make it easy for me.
"So, are we going to share the King size Amy, or am I
banished to the trundle?
She sat there on the edge of the covers, a picture of
rampant desire and youthful appeal. "Hell, this could
go to the video ref" I was thinking.
"Well I guess one more night isn't going to make any
difference to Katie is it? she replied finally. "I
doubt the possibility hasn't occurred to her and
besides, you're a rat anyway, so what damage can just
one more evening of betrayal cause?"
I was beginning to like the way she thought.
Even as I slid her panties down, kissing those sexy
little hips on either side, she was giggling softly
"What a total bastard... ohh yesss, right THERE
please!"
**
Needing obviously to give Katie's parents a wide berth
(she still lives at home of course) we rang ahead and
made a booking with what sounded like a convenient
meet-up point on Colorado Boulevard. Somewhere that
Katie could get herself to with reasonable ease of
direction.
What can I say? The Royal Palace Motel might certainly
be termed 'convenient.' What it might not be adjudged,
is 'upmarket!" With patrons milling around that must
surely have had their ten minutes of fame on stage with
Jerry Springer, the motel represented the premier stop-
over point for all the local trailer-trash.
Pulling-in to the Palace's near empty car-park we were
just fifteen minutes up-front of our 4 p.m.
appointment. Securing the swipe-card to Suite 31 which
the girl at the front desk assured us was "to the rear
of the building and quite cosy," we located the sole
elevator which besides smelling of feral cats, required
one to hold the door closed to maintain electrical
contact.
Amazingly the room itself was habitable - almost
luxuriously appointed by comparison to the rest of the
building. Couple of King Size beds, newly painted walls
and serviceable carpet almost made up for the tatty
curtains stapled permanently closed across the window.
I suggested Amy make herself comfortable while I go
down to the car-park to wait for Katie who was due any
moment.
Barely had time to cross the road to the gas station
opposite and get a 6-pack of "Sprite" when she pulled
in to the entrance and parked alongside the Sebring.
I scored a brief kiss, although her expression was
suggesting "You're totally dead-meat unless you can
come up with some world-class defense strategy here."
"Where's Amy?" she asked. I told her I'd left her
upstairs and that we had only just gotten here
ourselves. As I once again commandeered the elevator
from Hell, Katie simply looked at me. "Classy place,"
she muttered, sniffing the air as the door closed for
the fourth time.
"You're looking really nice Katie," I told her, wanting
to change the subject, besides which the skirt and top
she had on were both stylish and tasteful.
"I know," she said, putting me totally in my place.
Introducing the girls to each other was not the
definingly awkward moment I had envisaged. Rather it
was me who seemed the superfluous entity. There being
no useable chairs to speak of, the girls perched either
side of one of the huge beds whilst I took up residence
on the other... far enough away to almost need a loud-
hailer.
Was the conversation stilted? You would have thought
so, but right from the word go, the two of them were as
at ease with one another as might have been two sisters
meeting up after a few years apart. Amy was keenly
interested in Katie's chosen subjects at College while
the differing Ohio lifestyle seemed to be a topic of
untapped discussion, judging by Katie's incessant
questions on the subject.
After some twenty minutes of near social-exclusion I
informed both girls I was going downstairs to organise
some refreshments. Besides glancing across at me, my
impending departure seemed to register little in the
way of interest. 'Maybe this hadn't been such a great
idea after all,' I was thinking.
On my return they were still at it, so making myself
comfortable between them, albeit nestled up against the
headboard, I proffered the tray of sandwiches to either
girl in turn, who showed not the least reluctance to
relieve me of either a turkey and cranberry or a ham on
rye creation. I didn't have to force-feed them the
champagne either.
Midway through her second sandwich, Amy just looked up
and enquired,
"So, when are you guys getting married?"
Katie stared at me, "Yeah, good question Amy - I was
wondering that myself."
"Whoa!" I muttered, making a noise like a siren, "Pull
over... Wedding Police!" No-one laughed.
"Well hey, you want we should finish these sandwiches
first Katie, or should I call down to Room Service and
get the number for "dial a preacher?" I asked.
Feeling less in control by the minute, I figured to try
a new tack.
"Okies well look, my plan always was for us to get the
house first - which I still plan on doing before
Christmas incidentally, then we gather unto ourselves
our what? three friends? and we wing it to the local
courthouse to do the ring thing?"
"You make it sound so romantic," Katie giggled. I
leaned across and gave her a kiss.
I glanced backwards to see Amy watching intently.
"Its OK, you can kiss her too if you like?" Katie
grinned at me.
"I can?" I spluttered, fully bewildered now.
"Sure," Katie smiled, "She's nice - I really like her!"
I wasn't about to put it to the vote. Inching across
the bed I leaned forward and kissed Amy lightly on the
mouth.
Not one hundred percent sure what it did for her, but
at the point she put her arm around my neck, I wasn't
feeling quite so platonic. The kiss deepened and the
sensation was exquisite.
"God that is so hot," Katie laughed. How I wanted to be
hotter!
Inching up beside me near the headboard, Katie took a
hold of my hand and thus I broke off facial contact
with Amy and sought her own moist and sweet tasting
lips. The fact that I could now observe the curve of
her diabolically sexy breasts as they nestled barely
out of sight in that frilly little bra,. was no
guarantee of my continued good behavior.
As if to confirm my degenerating social inclinations,
with my spare hand I began to fondle those exquisite
mounds with respectful gentility.
"Noel," she gasped, returning my hand to the coverlet,
"Behave, we have company,"
"Oh, don't mind me," Amy giggled. "I'm used to it!"
then realising the implications of what she had said,
put a hand to her mouth. "God, I'm so sorry Katie - I
didn't mean anything by that!"
Pulling free from my lips, Katie grinned, "Don't worry
about it Amy, I know how he is... way less control than
the average schoolboy... as I'm sure you've
discovered." It was Amy's turn to blush.
Once more my hand roamed the dunes and valleys, but
this time I encountered no resistance. Katie allowed
herself to be eased back on to the bed while I caressed
her softly. I can't say that she was moaning, but her
body language was not in any need of an interpreter
let's say. I was conscious of Amy moving in closer
herself and turned to look at her.
I have mentioned before how girls invariably seek each
other's hand in group sexual situations. I'm not sure
whether it is some sort of spiritual support or just a
'sisterhood' thing. Whatever, Amy had gently grasped
Katie's left hand and was looking at her with a mixture
of compassion and sexual arousal.
"Kiss her again," Katie half whimpered, an instruction
that did not warrant repeating. This time I kissed her
exactly as I had that day down at the Ohio river and
with much the same result. She too was now encroaching
on emotional melt-down, fully unable to repel my hand
which now was gently squeezing both breasts beneath her
top. Katie I knew was aware of this but equally happy
it seemed to allow it.
The softness beneath my fingers was shredding any
semblance of diplomacy on my part and our kisses
escalating in passionate interaction. Amy's soft
moaning was now fully audible, but far from
discouraging what might be seen as outright betrayal,
Katie continued her urging for me to take things quite
obviously to the next level.
"Play with her tits," I heard her whisper.
So shocked was I hearing this, I glanced back at her
only to find Katie propped up on one arm with her right
hand well up between her legs, performing deeds of
valor that were unfortunately totally obscured by her
skirt.
I had Amy supine in moments and met with not the least
resistance - either physical or verbal, as I undid the
top few buttons of her top. So skimpy that lacy -
almost crocheted little bra, I could see her erect
nipples straining beneath the soft material. Not for
long though, a front-loading clasp is the equivalent of
a lottery win in such situations.
The gasps I heard as Amy's breasts were revealed in
totality, reflected both girls' delightful femininity
and there really was but one option open to me. As I
leaned forward, suckling her right breast, drawing down
deeply on that perfectly formed dark brown nipple, I
felt Amy's sudden intake of breath at exactly the same
moment Katie whimpered, "God that is just soo hot...
keep sucking her."
Problem is, when your mouth is engaged in so
pleasurable an activity, your hands start to feel left
out of the equation and can hardly be blamed for
wanting to redress the situation.
Even as I commenced tugging Amy's skirt upwards, she
began to shake her head from side to side in denial of
my planned modus-operendi. Despite the fact she was now
rubbing herself hard through her own panties, Katie
made with the slightest gasp and inclining her head
whispered, "Please don't fuck her... but you can do
anything else..."
Amy showed no sign of having heard Katie's plea and
despite indicating some initial reluctance, made no
attempt to dissuade my hand from inching further north.
As I reached her panties she could not prevent her legs
from spreading marginally, to allow better access.
I suppose any impartial observer would have considered
my plight at that moment, something akin to winning
Powerball. Sucking a young girl's breasts while
fingering her senseless, as one's teenage girlfriend
looks on, masturbating herself to Paradise.
From my viewpoint, about all I could concentrate on was
the texture and softness of those wonderful milky-
smelling breasts and the sensation of my fingers as
they slipped inside Amy's panties to begin caressing
that moist chasm between her legs.
"Oh God, I am soo coming," Katie announced suddenly to
no-one in particular, as she quite obviously attained
the finishing line with multiple soft cries of
pleasured release. Such things are contagious, for not
more than thirty seconds afterwards, Amy began to buck
wildly - her hips fully in control of the situation -
as she too registered a seismic quake of acceptably
pleasing proportions.
Now here was a situation I would have thought that
might have been hard to follow-up with normal
conversation. I mean, what could anyone say? "Thanks
for letting me borrow your fiancee's fingers Katie?" or
maybe, "That was soo cool - watching you sucking that
girl's tit's Noel!"
As it happened, the last thing I was expecting came to
pass. Both girls sat up and made themselves decent -
doing up buttons, pulling hemlines down etc before
heading off to the bathroom together to rinse their
sticky little fingers (if not other areas) I suspect. I
was left simply to contemplate my unfulfilled
procreative status, with little more than a hand towel
and the remnants of the champagne bottle.
On their return, both girls looked at me like I was
some charitable case sitting in the gutter and swigging
cheap sherry out of a paper bag. That's pretty much
what I felt like as it happened.
Perching themselves on the covers alongside me, both of
them giggled before Amy muttered to Katie, "He looks
soo sad, what can we do to cheer him up?"
"Why don't you kiss each other," I suggested, quaffing
the remnants of my quite excellent champagne.
"You mean like this?" said Katie, leaning across and
kissing Amy's lips far from indelicately. The other
girl had not been expecting this and was momentarily
taken aback. Possibly on account of the alcohol
coursing through her own system, maybe she was just in
the mood - who knows? but whatever, Amy then slipped an
arm around Katie's shoulder and returned her kiss with
fire of her own.
Be assured, this had my whole attention. Sure, I had
seen my share of girl on girl affection at Harpers...
what am I saying? In my own house, but this was vastly
more intimate and arousing - most likely because it was
unplanned and just happened to be involving two young
women that I had a keen personal interest in.
It was Katie's turn now to be bereft of any
conventional response and as if seeking guidance, she
glanced at me for a second. I just smiled and muttered
to them both, "Hey it's Ok with me guys, just do what
comes naturally?"
Well what can I say? Just so much seemed to come
naturally to them.
After some moments of what I would have to describe as
intense kissing, both girls relaxed their embrace and
breathing heavily looked into each others eyes. I think
it was at this second, questions were asked and equally
- answered! As before, Katie took the initiative and
very tentatively laid her right hand on Amy's breast.
This brought an audible gasp of surprise and I thought
for a second, she would resist any further advance.
Instead though she pushed a few locks of hair out of
her eyes and began to lightly fondle Katie's undeniably
sexy mounds.
How the Hell was I supposed to handle this? Just a poor
guy stranded on a bed of dreams with two girls making
out? I was ultimately aware of course of physiological
changes taking place in areas of my own personal
concern, but far less sure of what I was gonna do about
it?
At this juncture, both girls I think were either
unaware or unconcerned as to my presence. Both were on
a voyage of exploration and discovery, borne out by
Katie actually slipping a hand inside Amy's bra and
quite obviously fondling her skin to skin. The
slightest of moans were now audible as Amy wriggled
about, inserting her own hand up beneath Katie's skirt.
I had no option but to facilitate access to a part of
my anatomy that in normal circumstances might be
classified socially inappropriate.
Having now her breasts (and presumably nipples)
manipulated as well as experiencing her pussy rubbed
silly through her panties, Katie's resistance was at an
all time low now and her needs escalating in time with
her respiratory distress. Unable to contribute anything
useful in the way of conversation, she had slipped
further down the covers and was happy to let Amy
dictate the pace.
Seeking to help matters along, I knelt alongside Katie
and began unfastening the clasp on her skirt. She gave
a little cry of almost fake shock but made no effort to
prevent me unzipping her and then tugging the item
completely off. This of course returned a rather more
involving aspect of her wriggling about in those skimpy
little pink panties while Amy's fingers performed their
own vaginal mazurka for my viewing pleasure.
Wanting simply to balance up proceedings though having
still a hand inside my own zipper - a fact Katie, but
not yet Amy, had noticed, to judge by her cheeky smile,
I slipped my spare hand up between Amy's knees as she
knelt there indulging her lust with my fiancee, and
began to rub her panties the length of that
delightfully sexy slit. Even had the inclination to
kiss those hot little lips between my dexterous
ministrations.
"Pull her panties down," Katie giggled between gasps of
pleasure. Seemed like a sensible notion to me, even
though I was forced to defer my own pleasured caresses
in order to comply with her wishes. For her part, Amy
was something less than reluctant and getting up on all
fours now, straddling Katie completely, wiggled her
backside in my direction. A foolish move in any
circumstances.
For just a few moments I allowed myself the luxury of
simply taking in this super-heated image of girlish
indulgence. Katie with her hand up between Amy's legs
frigging her silly, while she in turn was having her
own pussy played with, the girls intermittently kissing
as before.
Kneeling behind Amy, Katie had to desist momentarily
fingering her newly come-by friend, whilst I tugged
those sexy black knickers down and off. The view was
improved 100% at the point I removed her skirt also.
She always did have a rear end to die for.
It would of course have been the work of but two
seconds to penetrate Amy from that angle and indeed my
every instinct was thus primed, but Katie looked up at
me as I positioned myself, and once again just shook
her head, that expression pleading silently for my
honorable retreat. Instead then, I knelt to the side of
the tableau and began squeezing and rubbing Amy's
breasts, which brought forth moans of pleasure... from
both girls. After all, Amy had Katie's nipples
completely free of her bra now and was manipulating
them with something less than finesse. It was patently
obvious both these two, liked girls!
As the two of them found yet more ways to pleasure each
other, I was left to play catch-up with my own swollen
and cruelly ignored member. Gazing at Amy's naked
bottom was as good a way as any to get myself over the
line - especially seeing several of Katie's fingers
now, buried up to the knuckle inside her pussy.
Katie, ever aware of what I was doing, did her best to
help by fingering Amy harder by the second. "Cum over
her butt," she yelped breathlessly. The right words at
the right time! Looking in the wash-up, not unlike
Zorro's calling card, I spurted a goodly amount of
sticky white gel all across those sexy cheeks. I heard
Amy gasp and saw Katie grin.
The girls brought each other off seconds later and
there was peace in the valley for the next five
minutes.
"How come Katie still has her panties on?" Amy giggled
eventually. She had a point, and thus midst cries of
"Noooo, c'mon guys, this is so naughty," I held her
arms whilst Amy tugged them off. I have to admit that
sexy little triangle of brown hair was an immediate
magnet for everyone's viewing enjoyment.
You surely cannot blame me for wanting to capitalise on
this searing hot opportunity of having two, pretty-much
naked young girls on hand? Grabbing next Amy's arms, I
pulled her back on to the covers while she struggled,
mainly for effect I have to say. "Lick her Katie," I
pleaded - something that I know she was not mentally
averse too, as we had discussed her girl-girl
preferences long ago.
Discussing it and actually seeing it are way different
experiences however. For her part, Amy was gasping with
embarrassment and surprise - but I didn't see any
attempt by her to close up those legs. Katie simply
knelt between her knees and giving her next to no time
to adjust, kissed her hard on the pussy before licking
her gently that first time.
The noise that escaped Amy's lips at that moment was,
if not a hiss of pleasure. a sigh of resigned
submission. The fact is most girls like being licked by
other girls even if they cannot bring themselves to
admit it. Amy quite clearly did not have that
reluctance, as she pulled Katie further to her and
spread her legs like the slut she wanted to be right
then.
From my perspective, it was all good news - virtually a
reversal of the sexy girl on girl aspect I had
witnessed not ten minutes earlier. Only difference was
this was not a pussy I could or should ignore that
wavered before me, as her owner accentuated its
presence - some might think deliberately - by wiggling
her bottom in my direction. They don't make come-ons
any clearer.
No sooner had I made a move in her rearward direction
than Amy, bucking almost from Katie's indecent
assaults, muttered audibly, "Fuck her Noel, fuck her
little pussy real hard."
I always aim to please.
Even as I aligned myself for entry, Katie had her own
hand up between her legs in readiness to guide me in. I
felt her gasp as I pushed into her with little
gentility but maximum intent. I was just able to make
out Amy taking a hold of Katie's breasts that she then
began rubbing and fondling and which brought gasps of
pleasured reaction from their owner.
Grasping those well delineated hips I began to thrust
in deeper until Katie was moaning loud enough to
disturb anyone in the next three rooms. There is no way
this was ever going to be a prolonged stay, and indeed
the reality of Katie's predicament - my fucking her and
Amy molesting her stupid, could only ever combine to
relieve me of my procreative stocks - such that
remained at least, in near-record time.
Withdrawing, I sank to my knees just as Katie,
clutching at her well-patronised tourist venue, rolled
over on to her back alongside Amy, who either
forgetting entirely the aspect she was presenting to
the world, or whose sexual needs were such that she
figured "open is best," simply smiled up at me like the
proverbial Cheshire cat!
"What in Hell are we achieving here?" I wondered. I
started the day with two girls, two problems and really
only one choice. Now I had two girls, two problems and
pretty much no choice!
(c) Peter_Pan 2006
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