("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
-------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please
do not remove the author information nor make any
changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you
for your consideration.
-------------------------------------------------------
Trio at the Pools
by Clouds_and_Rain (mc.235@outlook.com)
***
A threesome in the warmth of a late afternoon sun. (FFM,
bi, mast, oral, anal, exh, rom)
***
I had received the following text message: "at the
Pools, bring champagne". It was only five words, but it
brought instant memories to mind, and a sense of
excitement swept through my body.
The "Pools" is something of a code word for a secluded
area in a large urban park. Actually, this park is one
of the more popular large parks in the country that lies
within a city. Its over 1,000 acres, most of which are a
groomed botanic wonderland. Given the vastness, pockets
of secluded, somewhat private areas, are naturally
created.
Outdoor privacy can be found even in a city of nearly
one million people. If all of the connected cities are
included, then it's just over seven million people. At
144 years old, this park defines the city as much as any
of its other landmarks.
"Bring champagne", also a code that meant Sarah and Ana
were together. The word "champagne" refers to Ana. It
was an invitation for me to join them. I've never asked
to be included, allowing them their time together. An
invitation, however, was always accepted with pleasure.
On my way to the park I stopped to purchase the
champagne. I admit that I violated the posted speed
limits in my eagerness to get to the Pools. It had been
maybe six weeks since the three of us were last
together. At that time, I had received a text message
inviting me to spend the night with them at one of the
finer hotels in the city. That message was just two
words, the name of the hotel and the word "champagne".
I was indeed excited, I was aroused. I recall that I was
hoping that from the parking area at the Pools, to their
little oasis, I wouldn't be encountering anyone else. If
so, I would have had to hold something in front of my
pants, the champagne perhaps, to conceal my obvious
excitement.
Once passing within the park boundaries, it's as if the
city is a hundred miles away. Amazing, the value of a
well designed, large urban park. It provides a means to
balance a life spent in a city. Personally, I like what
both have to offer, a city and the outdoors. I often
feel somewhat out of balance when I'm spending too much
time in just one environment.
Any stress that I was carrying with me melted away now
that I was winding my way through the park.
Over the years, I've been asked at times about my
favorite areas. There are many of course, but when I
include the "Pools" in my list it's most common that the
other person has no familiarity at all with that
feature. This is true even for those who live in that
city, and have been there for many years. The Pools
aren't for swimming. There's no aquatic life in the
Pools. They're not meant for meditating. They are used
regularly for a sporting, and somewhat artistic reason,
however, not every day are they in use. And no, there
are no boats in the Pools. They are known worldwide
however, for those who enjoy that particular pursuit.
I parked; as anticipated the lot was empty. Except for
Sarah's vehicle and one service vehicle loaded with
landscaping equipment and tools. There's a small paved
walkway leaving the north side of the lot that I chose.
The temperature was in the mid seventies, with just
enough clouds in the sky to add some depth, some
texture. There was a slight breeze, enough to move the
leaves of the most delicate trees, and nothing more. The
scent was a mixture of too many plants to even begin to
describe. It was fresh, clean, invigorating.
Approximately fifty meters down that path there's an
unusually shaped tree, a eucalyptus. There's not an
intersecting path at this location, but on the far side
of that tree there is what looks like an old, unused
trail, quite narrow. It's not an obvious route at all,
which makes it a perfect getaway.
There are a few ups and downs along the way. Gentle
undulations, through thick, mature growth, and
eventually a clearing. It's big enough to let a few
people view the sky, yet small enough to feel secure, as
if in a private backyard garden. Given that the path was
active at some time in the past, perhaps a picnic table
stood at the clearing decades ago.
I moved slowly at the top of the last rise, and then sat
down. Below me a blanket had been spread. Both of them
had done away with their clothing. They were lying side
by side, touching, giggling. I wanted to just watch
silently until they noticed me. It was probably a good
ten minutes or so.
Sarah is lean, fit, but not to a chiseled level. She's
feminine, soft and inviting. Ana has that fine, smooth
skin and tone that's difficult to describe but is
characteristic of Asian women. It's exotic, but that
word doesn't even begin to do justice to their natural
beauty. "Allure", now that's a word that should be
included in describing an attractive Asian woman. Sarah
is in wonderful contrast to Ana's shiny black hair and
dark eyes. She has an olive skin tone, sandy blonde hair
and gray/green eyes. I swear, at times her eyes are
greener and at other times more gray. I've tried to tie
this to her mood at the time, no success thus far.
At times, when I've been invited, it was with the
intention that I'd just be watching. I can't think of a
scene more erotic than two women moving together,
knowing how to please each other, being totally
uninhibited. To me, it just seems natural that women
would enjoy each other in this way. Most of our
encounters however have been as a trio. Once noticed,
I'd know immediately how the afternoon would play out.
Either way, I wouldn't remain clothed, so I slowly
unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it aside. My pants needed
to come off as I was quite aroused, and it was
uncomfortable. I unfastened my belt, unbuttoned the
waistband of my pants, lowered the zipper, and pulled
both pants and underwear down together. The initial
feeling of the cool air on my body is such a rush of
pleasure. That's not entirely accurate; it's the act of
being naked outdoors that's exciting.
Perhaps I wanted the movements of undressing to get
their attention. Well, it did. Their response made me
laugh aloud. Upon noticing me they sat up and applauded!
I won't forget that welcome, it was indeed fun.
Ok, now I had to negotiate the gentle downward slope to
join them. I put aside any pretense of being
picturesque. I was naked, I was erect, and my "dick"
would act stupid as the rest of my body descended with a
minimal level of dignity. They continued to laugh.
When intimacy can be so carefree and welcome, when
people abandon all of their defenses, it transcends to a
new dimension.
Ana took the center position as we all lay down.
Obviously, she wanted, and likely needed, the attention.
Her brown little nipples were already hard. I wasn't
sure if Sarah had tasted them yet today, but I hadn't so
that's where I started.
Every woman has her own special taste, her own unique
scent. I can't put into words the scent and flavor of
Ana, but its intoxicating. It's very subtle, it's
clean... I don't tire of gently sucking on her nipples,
pulling on them with my lips. She wants a playful little
bite at times. Her breasts are small, rounded,
beautifully shaped. It's as if I can almost get all of
it in my mouth. They're sensitive; she'll wiggle and
squirm while I suck. She'll arch her back, raising her
chest up, as if pushing it further into my mouth. It's
fun to tease her, just barely taking her nipple, not
allowing her more.
I rose up, and just used my finger tips to pull on her
nipples. Keeping her excited, but wanting to see what
Sarah was enjoying. Her face was very close to Ana's
pussy, but not touching her. Instead, she was tracing
her finger tips just on the outside of Ana's pussy lips,
just a light touch, a teasing touch. Ana tried to move
her body so that Sarah would be more accommodating and
begin to satisfy her. Again, Ana didn't get what she
wanted, not yet anyway.
I slowly slid my hand down Ana's tummy. Her pussy hair
is neatly trimmed, naturally sparse, and very fine to
the touch, soft. I spread her lips open; she reacted
with a soft moan, and uttered a faint "yes". Sarah began
to taste her, the tip of her tongue lapping some of the
juices that had already begun to flow. I kept her pussy
open with one hand, and lowered my head to her nipple,
and sucked as if I was taking her milk.
The three of us know each other quite well. Ana knows
that we won't allow her to cum early. This game will be
played well into the afternoon before we'll let her have
her first orgasm. Her body says that she wants it now,
but she'll be the first to admit that the torturous
denial of a climax is wonderful for her.
We nearly let her get too close. Her body always
betrayed her. It's the way she'll move, feline-like,
twisting and turning as she approaches the early stages
of climaxing.
It was time for her to please us. I remained lying on my
back. Sarah moved to lie on top of me, with her back on
my front. I liked this position for a few reasons, one
being that I could easily reach around and play with her
breasts. Ana knew what was expected of her. She moved
between our legs and guided the head of my cock to
Sarah's pussy. Her hands are doll-like, I like it when
she touches me, guides me. I took it from there, and
began to slowly fuck Sarah. Without us asking, Ana began
to lick Sarah's pussy and my cock as we fucked.
The stimulation was almost too much, almost. I wanted to
focus on all of the pleasures. My cock, as it moved
inside of Sarah, and on Ana, while she licked my cock,
and sucked on my balls. She would take one testicle in
her mouth and suck on it, pull on it.
Ana was hungry, and she knew how to take us over the
edge. She moved her hand to fondle my balls, gently
pulling on them, while sucking Sarah's clit. Having my
balls held when I'm close to cumming is like pulling a
trigger. I slowed my movements when I sensed that I was
on the threshold of cumming.
This slowing down allows me to feel the juice leaving my
balls and surging through the shaft of my cock. The
difference in the intensity of the orgasm is real. It's
essentially, focusing on my cum moving through my body,
and not on the fucking movements. Ana was taking care of
Sarah; she didn't need my cock thrusting in and out of
her.
Sarah felt it enter her, it was hot, thick. She could
feel my cock pulsing as the stream of cum moved through
it. Ana shared that she could see my cock moving, as if
it were "breathing", pulsing. I had to hold Sarah's hips
as her orgasm swept through her. If not she would have
fallen off of me. She tends to have what I call a
"flamboyant" climax. A lot of involuntary body movement,
but she remains relatively quiet throughout the
experience. I could feel the warmth of our mixed juices
oozing out and coating my balls as she came.
As we subsided, Ana helped by pulling my cock out. A
stream of pure white hot cum followed the head just as
it came free. Ana put her lips to Sarah's' opening, and
began to swallow as fast as she could. Drinking it all
in.
We recovered by watching the clouds pass overhead, our
breathing coming down. Ana sat there pouting. It was her
way of communicating that we needed to put her at
"center stage". Without a word being said, she rose and
picked up the still chilled bottle of champagne. She
handed it to me with a pleading look on her face. She's
a good actress.
Sarah guided Ana into a position where she was on her
knees, and with her face and hands resting on the
blanket. Her tight little ass raised high, her puckered
little ass hole and pussy beckoning. Sarah began rimming
Ana's anus as I popped the cork. Upon hearing that Ana
raised her head and smiled.
Sarah finished licking and then inserted the middle
finger of one hand into Ana's cunt to get it nice and
slippery. She then eased it into Ana's asshole. Her
other middle finger went to into Ana's pussy, her
fingers now fucking both openings, at the same time. It
was as if Ana was trying to raise her ass and pussy
higher into the air, thrusting upward, not getting
enough.
Again, she was very close to cumming. Sarah backed off
by suddenly removing both fingers quickly. Ana nearly
screamed, the sensation was over powering. I handed the
champagne to Sarah, and then began to alternately tongue
both Ana's ass and pussy. Sarah started pouring the
champagne over her openings as I licked. The
effervescence, the thousands of tiny tickling bubbles,
drives her crazy. Once she was on the path to a climax I
backed off, and just watched her squirming in pleasure.
Ana describes it as her anus and pussy almost being over
stimulated, at the same time, a fine line.
Her orgasms are strong, and long. Her exaggerated
movements of twisting and turning are as if she doesn't
have a bone in her body.
The first time we did this to her, a few years ago, she
passed out momentarily. The sweet little vixen had given
us a scare at the time. "Vixen" is a good word for her.
Nearly spent, she collapsed. We let her rest some, but
not too long.
We'd already played out the denial, or delay, of a
climax. Now, it was time to begin the "pushing" of
orgasms. She loved both phases, and would be
disappointed if we hadn't accommodated her needs.
By afternoon's end, she received from me the thorough
fucking needed. She prefers that I'm on top. Her legs
bent, knees almost touching her chest. Opening up as
much as possible to take it all in, her body shuddering
with each thrust of my cock. One spurt released cum into
her tight little cunt, and the rest squirted over her
body.
Still hard, I slipped my cock back inside and watched as
she gathered cum on her fingers and brought to her lips.
She let some it run out the side of her mouth, and down
her cheeks. Her lips shiny, glossy, a small pool of cum
briefly held on her tongue before swallowing.
Sarah had sat up on the rise, away from us. She likes to
watch and touch herself when I'm fucking Ana.
We traded places; I sat and watched as Sarah began using
toys on her, pushing Ana to more orgasms. She did this
until her body couldn't tolerate even the slightest
touch. It was if every nerve ending had been over
stimulated.
Ana has a rather extensive collection of toys. All made
of lacquered wood or porcelain, a few of sculptured
jade. All very old, personal treasures passed on. The
detailing is intricate. Those that resemble a male, when
warm and wet, if held when your eyes are closed, felt
real, as if alive. The contour, the ridges, the veins,
the gentle curve... There were life size ones, and
smaller ones of perfect scale for anal play. They're
from the hands of an artist, likely several artists. Ana
refers to them as "toys", however she cares for them as
if they were jewels.
Ana slept in the warmth of the late afternoon sun. One
of the exquisite jade toys had slipped out of her mouth
when she fell asleep. It lay there, wet from her
sucking, almost touching her lips. It looked like an
erotic pacifier.
It's all fascinating, finding out what takes a person to
such elevated sexual pleasures. It's rare to become so
close to someone, to be able to drop all inhibitions,
accepting the risk of being turned down. No risk, no
reward.
I wondered how many weeks, or perhaps months, would pass
by until the next text message.
END
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a
trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Kristen's collection - Directory 86