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Denver Gwen (part 2) (MF MMF oral anal)
As with last week, I'm interested in where the story bogs down and where it skips ahead too fast. And now that you've read the entire thing, I'd be interested to hear what you think of the plot.
We went through the door into Gwen's room. The room was dominated by a huge bed that nearly filled the entire space. An old beaten dresser sat against one wall and was so close to the bed that a person couldn't walk between them. There was a Salvador Dali print hanging off-square on one wall, Van Gogh's sunflowers on the other. Except for the pastel bed linens, it didn't look much like a woman's room.
Gwen wasn't in bed. She stood naked, hunched over, holding onto the footboard with both hands. She was bouncing up and down, getting up on her toes. She looked like a swimmer poised to start a race.
"Oh Neil, you did it!" she said when she saw me walk in.
"Honey, it wasn't the least trouble. Name a single man in this big country who wouldn't jump at the chance of burying his bone in your sweet little cunt?"
"Neil, I am amazed," she said. "You have no idea the way you've changed my life."
"You are the one who changed your life, honey. All I did was reveal the possibilities."
"I love you so much, Neil. I love the way you've changed my life."
"And I love you too, honey."
There was an awkward moment as the three of us stood and looked at one another. Even Neil, who normally had no problem envisioning the most outrageous scenarios, seemed at a loss.
"I guess we should just start, then?" I said. "What's the first step?"
Neil guffawed. "Indeed, indeed! What exactly is the first step? I am an experienced man by any definition, but I must admit, the etiquette of this situation escapes me."
Gwen giggled. "I suppose this is my responsibility, then? This is my fantasy you two are making come true. I should tell you exactly what I want, and then maybe you can take it from there?"
"I don't like that," I said. "It seems like we're just - I don't know - like we're following a script."
"Yes, you are right, Sam, as always, you are right." Neil sat down on the bed. "You couldn't have picked a better third for this fantasy of yours, Gwen. Sam is a genius at thinking through the possibilities."
"You're in charge, Gwen," I said. "Do what you want to do. Neil and I will follow your lead. Improvise. Let it flow."
"I couldn't have said it better myself!" Neil said.
"All right then," Gwen said, and there was a tangible change in her posture, her shoulders back a little, her back a little straighter, her breasts pushed out a little more prominently.
She crawled up on the bed and sat back against the headboard. "Come on, you, Sam, here." She patted the mattress on her right side. "And Neil right here." She patted the left side.
Neil and I kneeled on either side of her, a penis in each of her hands. Gwen was left-handed, and Neil got the benefit of her dexterity on that side. Although she was clumsy with my penis, I was fully aroused. Neil, too, was impressively engorged.
She began alternating kisses, starting with the slender glans of Neil's stiff bone, then moving to a wonderfully wet kiss right on the tip of mine. She held me around the base, her palm cradling my balls, using a twisting motion of her hand to point my member where she wanted it. She sucked the head of my cock completely inside her mouth. Her tongue and cheeks surrounded me.
Before I could groan with pleasure, she was gone, only her warm hands giving me any stimulation at all. She turned and her mouth gave Neil's cock a warm place to come home to.
When she came back to me, she rubbed her face with my cock, her cheeks sliding along my shaft, her eyebrows tickling my glans. She kissed the underside of my base, and a wet, warm, thick, lick ran around my balls. With a nimble tongue, she curled a testicle into her mouth and gave me a gentle suck.
I already felt like I was about to pop. I think she sensed it. She let my testicle roll out of her mouth. "Now, Sam, put it in me."
She slipped down onto the mattress and spread her legs wide apart. I got down between her thighs. The skin on her cunt was cherry red. The outer lips pulled a little back, and I could glimpse the flaming flesh inside.
She brought her knees up as I pressed my cockhead against her cooze. When I first slipped my penis inside her, it was like entering an open jar of honey. She was so relaxed and so full of fluids that it barely felt like a woman's vagina.
But the relaxed grip didn't last long. As I began to pump, the goo inside her spilled out, oozing between her legs and soaking the sheets. And as I continued to fuck her, the friction improved, and the muscles of her cunt responded.
Neil draped his cock across her face, and she eagerly grabbed it and stuffed it in her mouth.
I fucked her pussy, and Neil fucked her mouth. She couldn't keep her hands off Neil, she kept grabbing him, grabbing his thighs and pulling him towards her, grabbing the base of his prick as he pumped her mouth, rolling his balls, running her open hand with fingers spread wide up his sweaty chest.
She pushed back against me, a serpentine undulation that helped force my penis deep into her gash. Her nearly bare twat felt amazing against my crotch as I reached the deepest penetration. Hot and slippery and smooth.
She spat Neil's penis out of her mouth. "Oh, man, oh, oh, oh!" She continued to pump Neil's cock with her fist. "Oh god, oh ... god!"
Her whole body flushed as red as a boiled lobster. Her feet pounded against the mattress. She squeezed Neil's cock so hard it turned an angry shade of purple.
She relaxed a little then, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She stroked Neil's cock with renewed vigor. My cock felt like it was bathed in boiling oil.
"Oh, baby, it's time," Neil grimaced.
She pounded Neil's pud with her little fist. "Come on me," she said. "Come all over me."
His cock gave a jerk upwards, and a stream of semen arched into the air. It splashed across her belly, and the second salvo dribbled less forcefully, threading across her neck. She squeezed him hard, milking him, and the final long, gooey strings dripped into her open mouth.
"Me too," I grunted, and I pulled out of her snatch and laid my pulsating prick in her sparse little nest of soft red pubic hair. My semen shot out onto her belly, laying a wet trail to her navel.
Gwen hummed, her eyes closed, a huge grin on her face. Neil and I lay down beside her on either side. She held our two shriveling pricks. "My men," she said dreamily.
And the dreamy feeling overwhelmed me, too.
When I woke up, Neil was gone. Gwen was lying on her side, staring right at me. The sun was already up. I listened for the wind, but it had died down. The storm was over.
"Good morning," I said.
"Good afternoon," Gwen said.
"Have I been sleeping that long?"
"I've been watching you. You're beautiful, Sam."
I scooted up into a sitting position. "Where's Neil?"
"He just left to pee. That Neil, he is a wild man. We've already fucked twice today. You're a heavy sleeper, Sam."
I just smiled and nodded. Gwen's red hair was a wild tangle, swept off to one side like haphazard straw. Mascara smudged under both of her eyes like dark shadows.
"I loved last night, Sam."
My mouth was really dry. "I'm glad you did. But I need something to drink. I'm parched."
"I've never felt so much love. I loved being with you and Neil."
I smiled. "It was different. That's a good thing. You shouldn't live your life doing the same things over and over again."
"But there are some things I wouldn't mind doing over and over again."
She kissed me softly on my dry lips, and I felt a little stir in my groin.
"Sam, I want you, too. I want both of you."
"I don't know, Gwen. I don't know how to make that work," I said.
"We can make it work. You know we can, Sam. Something Neil has showed me. Words, they are just words. There are words that seem like insults, but they aren't really. They are just random syllables. They only have the meaning we give them.
"And I know what I am now, Sam. Neil has showed me who I really am. I am a slut. But I'm not a slut in the insulting way. No, the word itself is not an insult. It is just a word with a definition. I am a slut, but that is not bad. Do you understand what I mean, Sam? Maybe I should get Neil back in here and he can explain it better."
I squinted at her, not quite sure whey she needed to make this speech. "I think I understand you, Gwen," I said.
"It's a sex thing, Sam. I'm a sexual person. Neil has showed me that I am a very sexual person. And the fantasies I have, you know what I mean? The fantasies about having sex with a lot of men, they aren't bad, they are just part of who I am. And that's not bad. It's just I am a slut, which is just a word, it's not bad."
"Did Neil tell you you were a slut?"
"No no no no no no no no no," she laughed. "You don't understand. Let me explain it again. I am a sexual person. Do you understand? My fantasies about having sex with a lot of men, you know, gangbangs. Those are my fantasies."
"I understand, Gwen."
"Sluts like gangbangs, and that's why I am a slut. It used to be when a man called me a slut, or a cunt, and I'd feel bad. But it's just a word. Just a syllable. Do you understand, Sam? Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes, I understand you, Gwen." The conversation was making me uncomfortable. Gwen was very, very drunk.
"What I really want is to live with you and Neil, both of you. I want you to both live with me here. You don't need to worry about it working, because I am OK with it.
"Neil, he'll be fine. It's you that I'm worried about, Sam. We can all stay in my room. I have this king-sized bed. The three of us, all together. You don't have to sleep on the couch any more. Come on, Sam, it'll be great. Me and my two favorite men in the world."
"And what about Christy?"
"What about Christy? Why are you always talking about Christy? She doesn't care about you like I care about you. Besides, she's got Curt. You're just a little fling for her."
And while that was almost certainly true, it hurt me when she said it. I felt a stab in my chest. My first reaction was to reach out and hurt her, to get back at her for hurting my feelings. But I squelched it.
"I just don't think it's a good idea," I said, my teeth clenched. "You know Neil and I aren't planning on staying here long. We'll be moving on sooner or later."
"I think you'll change your mind, Sam. I really do. I love you too much for you to want to go away from me."
I was having a little trouble parsing her sentences, but I got the gist of it. It was weird, having a woman act possessive of me. I wasn't sure I liked it.
"Do you want something to drink, Gwen? If I don't get something soon, I'm going to wither up and blow away."
Gwen held up her bottle of gin. There was only a little bit left swirling in the bottom. "I'm set for now. But hurry back, Sam."
The air seemed a little clearer out in the kitchen, and it felt good to fill my lungs. I poured myself a big tumbler of water and drained it, then poured another. I sipped the second glass and looked out the window.
Snow drifted everywhere, and there wasn't a soul outside to be seen. But the snowplows had already made a pass down our street. The efficient road crews would have the roads passable soon enough. I thought about where Neil and I should go next, after we left Denver. We'd seen a lot of places, but there were far more places that we hadn't seen. I estimated our cash reserves and calculated our gas mileage in my head. We didn't have enough to get far, but maybe it was best to take a shorter trip this time, move on to the next city down the road and see what happened.
And then Neil came hopping into the kitchen, his legs bowed, his penis rigid.
"Time to make the tag, Sam," Neil whispered. "I've got Christy hot for you."
"Neil, what have you been up to?"
"Nothing much, buddy, just checking out the other side of the coin. But she says she wants you, Sam, and I'll tell you, Gwen is a little more my speed. Wasn't that a night, though, Sam? Can you believe that Gwen chick? Man!"
"I must say, she's poured from a different mold."
"You'd better hurry, buddy. I think Christy is starting without you."
Neil started jogging off. "Oh, Neil, one thing," I yelled after him.
He turned around, hopping from foot to foot, his erection bobbing comically. "What's that, Sam?"
"Gwen is acting a little weird, Neil. Be careful."
"I like that about Gwen, buddy. But you know that about me, don't you? A little weirdness never did anyone any harm."
"Just be careful, OK?"
From a purely selfish point of view, it was a relief to get away
from Gwen. I was sure Neil would be able to deal with her a lot better than I, and Christy was a lot closer to traveling within my orbit. Besides, our earlier fuck had ended much too quickly. I was eager to go again.
I went into Christy's room, and she was sitting up in bed, holding her pussy open with two fingers while she rubbed her clit with her thumb.
"Oh!" she said.
"Neil said you were going solo, I thought he was kidding!"
"You are just in time, Sam," she panted. She leapt off the bed and grabbed my cock. I grew instantly hard. She yanked me back to the bed, making it impossible not to follow. She pushed me onto my back and climbed right on top of me, lifting her knee over my face, straddling my head. I looked right up into her wet, matted pussy. Her smell was overpowering.
"Eat me, Sam." And she lowered right down on my face.
Her flesh seemed to be everywhere, her thighs, her fleshy cunt lips. My nose nestled between her butt cheeks, and her hair was all over in my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and it went right between her lips and inside her slit. She was salty and thick- tasting.
She wagged her ass and pushed down on me, smothering me. I couldn't breath, my mouth and nose were blanketed with pussy flesh.
I had to grab her hips and lift her or risk suffocation. I took a couple deep breaths and pulled her back down on me, and she squealed and rode my face like a jockey.
When I needed oxygen again, I gently pushed her hips up and she rose off me. Instead of smothering me again, though, this time she flopped down across my body, lifted my raging hard-on, and gobbled my cock up.
And so we administered to each other orally, my tongue dancing around her clit, her tongue slurping my cock. She used her arms to force my knees up so I had her head trapped between my thighs. She drove her mouth down deep, and I felt the tightness at the back of her throat, and for a moment, I thought I would erupt.
But she pulled off me, drooling profusely, freeing my cock completely. She let me go and I slapped wetly against my own belly.
I attacked her clit with sucks and teeth nips, and she yelped. Her hips were moving with a rhythm, urging me to lick at just the right pace. I hardened my tongue and stroked on one side, then the other, then right up the middle of her hard little nucleus.
She picked me back up and began riding my cock with her mouth. And then she pressed her finger up against my asshole. I froze for just a moment, unsure of what was to come. Then she put her finger up my ass, and I muffled a yell. She sucked me hard, and she probed inward, and I felt the heat flood through my body. I had to stop and tense, force myself not to come on the spot. In a couple seconds, the feeling passed, and Christy went back to work on my pole, the spit-slicked sucks and soft-lipped slides, the end of her finger now dancing inside my butt.
I teased her clit with my tongue and fingered her anus. Her cunt juice was everywhere, oily lubrication making a slick stroke across all her flesh. But no matter where my fingers strayed, they returned to her anus. When I worked my finger inside, she moaned and gnawed briefly on my cock. She shoved her finger deeper inside my butt.
We were finger-fucking each others ass. Her mouth pumped up and down over my cock, and I wormed my tongue up into her clit.
When she started humming against my cock, an urgent, persistent hum, I knew it was only moments away. I redoubled my attack on her clit, and her humming intensified, and the vibrations from her mouth opened something within me, and with two stifled moans, both of us exploded in ecstasy.
She sucked and swallowed, and I simply left my tongue pressing her sensitive nub, and the tremors shook us to our bones. As the my throbbing abated, I tilted my head back and gasped for air.
Christy got off me. We were covered with sweat, our bodies slick with it. She kissed me hungrily. I tasted my own semen on her mouth, and I'm sure she tasted herself on mine.
"Sam, any more sex like this and I'm going to have to dump Curt for good."
"You wouldn't do that, would you? You know Neil and I will be leaving soon."
"Of course I know that. I was joking."
"I just wanted to make sure. We've had problems sometimes before. Nothing serious, but sometimes girls don't understand where Neil and I are coming from."
"I am not a stupid woman, Sam. I know exactly what's going on. I have no expectations."
"That's good."
We lay for a minute, and I thought about Neil and Gwen in the next room.
"I am a little worried about Gwen," I said. "She's getting too attached."
Christy nodded. "Gwen has that trouble sometimes. She grabs on to people and doesn't like to let go. But she's gone through a lot of breakups. She gets over it OK. There's always this real creepy part where she doesn't want to give up something that's already dead, but when it's over, it's over."
"Neil is not the right guy for anyone to get attached to."
"That's the truth. What do you see in Neil, Sam? You and he don't seem like an obvious team."
"I like Neil. We're good for each other. He helps me see America through the eyes of a man who is excited by everything new. And I help him stay focused when he needs it. He's a good guy, and he's a good friend."
"Well, he's a loose cannon."
"That is true. But is that so bad? I just hope Gwen understands it."
"And I'm sure she does, deep down."
"She didn't seem too understanding a little bit ago."
She smiled. "Now tell me, what exactly did you two do to her?"
I am sure I blushed, and Christy giggled. "Don't get all shy on me, Sam. Trust me, my imagination is ten miles past what you and Neil really did."
When I recounted what Gwen, Neil, and I had done, it didn't sound nearly as outrageous as I had feared. In fact, I was a little disappointed in the story, which seemed to be over just as I was getting started.
"That sounds like Gwen. She's always talking about dicks."
"What is that, anyway? I always though the penis fixation was a male thing."
"Who knows? She's got a few issues. She was raped, you know. Six guys at a fraternity."
"Oh, man."
"She dropped out of school. That's why she's got money. A couple of the kids had rich parents, and they didn't want a big scandal. They threatened to claim she orchestrated the whole thing. They said they'd call all her old boyfriends to the trial and tell them what they did sexually. There was no way Gwen could go through all that, so she took the money and ran here to Denver."
"Poor kid."
"She's been doing pretty well. Me, I'd be a wreck. She goes through spells where she doesn't get out enough, but they don't last long. She has a temper, though. She breaks a lot of dishes."
She sighed. She tickled my belly with her fingertips.
"I hope she's OK. That's got to be tough."
"You're a good guy, Sam," she said. "I hope you get what you're looking for."
And she kissed me lightly on the lips, and I felt suddenly tender for Christy. I turned to her, kissed her again. My hand traveled lightly down her side, stopping at her hip.
We rolled over together with me and top, and we kissed again. "Mmm, I feel all dreamy inside," Christy said.
Amazingly, my penis was hard, and she was open, and it seemed the perfect thing to do. I eased into her pussy, and she sighed loudly. "Oh, Sam." And we kissed again. And I let my penis settle deeply inside her, our pubic bones touching. "Don't move," she said. "I just want to feel you inside me."
I propped up on my hands and looked down at her. Her watery eyes danced in the dim light.
We fucked at an excruciating pace, desperately slow dips into her intimate depths. And then holding there, my cock buried balls- deep, while she squeezed me with her vaginal muscles. She used her hands on me, touching me everywhere. Her fingers traced the edges of my muscles, teased my nipples, stroked my neck, my face.
And then we stopped a moment and rolled over, Christy on top. And we did it the same way again, only this time she was in charge of maintaining the slow pace. She rose up ever so slowly and settled slowly back down, and when I was all the way in, she stopped. And I explored her body with my hands, hefting her big bosoms, massaging her belly and her hips, tickling her under her arms. And she rose up again, and dropped slowly back down.
"I feel so good," Christy said.
"Me too," I said.
"Are you going to come?"
"Soon."
"Me too," she said. "Tell me where you are, and we'll come together."
"It's building a little right now, already," I said.
"Me too. Do you need it faster or slower?"
"Just like this."
"I need to go a little faster."
"But not too fast, please, don't go too fast."
"You tell me if it gets to be too much."
And she moved at the same speed, only she didn't stop when I was all the way inside her, she simply reversed directions and settled into a beautiful, slow rhythm.
"Oh, I can feel it," I said.
"Me too. I'm going to come soon."
The rush began to suddenly build inside me. "Oh, oh Christy!"
"Hold off just a little more," Christy panted.
"I don't know if I can!"
"Just ... a little ... more, ..."
I grimaced and squeezed with all my might. It felt like every atom of my body was rushing to my cock.
"Just a little ... longer ... oh, Sam! Now!"
The euphoria released inside me, and the pulse of my pleasure drained into her. "Oh, oh, oh," Christy whimpered as her body was overtaken by loose little twitches.
And I was done, but Christy continued to shudder here, shudder there, and then finally she was done, too. And she looked down at me, her eyes beautifully open and calm. And she leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips.
We lay together in bed, not talking about much in particular. My mind drifted from place to place. To Curt. To Christy's job. To all-night drives across America.
"You're not getting nostalgic on me, are you Sam?" Christy said. "You've got a far-away look in your eyes."
And with just a short sentence, she reeled me back in. "Just thinking about life in general," I said.
"Well, Sam, I have to say, for a one-shot deal, this has been a memorable night."
"Thank you for that," I said.
"Thank you, Sam."
There was a tap on the door and Neil poked his head in.
"Hey, Sam, how about one more switch?" Neil whispered. Neil had a way of whispering that could be heard for miles. "Are you up for it, buddy?"
I looked at Christy. "No way, Neil, I'm completely drained."
Neil walked in and shut the door behind him. "I just need you to take care of Gwen for a while. Trust me, Sam, she is mighty fond of you! Meanwhile, me and Christy have a lot of catching up to do."
"Hey, nobody asked me if I was up for it," Christy said.
Neil beamed his biggest smile. "I know you're up for it, honey. You and me, we can read each other. I can tell just looking at you, you're as hot for me as I am for you."
"I am definitely not up for it," I said.
"Aw, buddy, you can do it! I know you can. Gwen needs your lovin'."
I looked at Christy. She shrugged. "Go on, Sam. I can take care of myself here."
"All right, then." My body resisted every movement, but I forced myself out of bed. "I'll go talk to her. We can keep each other company. You two, do whatever you want. Have fun."
"Hey, Sam," Christy said. I turned back. "I'll see you later, OK?" she said.
I smiled and nodded. I went through the door and shut it quietly behind me. And when I turned around, Gwen was standing there, staring at me. Her body was physically trembling. She gripped an empty gin bottle in her left hand.
"Sam!" she screeched. Her face was purple with rage. She wound up and threw the bottle at me, but it slipped and spun way off to the side and fell unbroken on the rug.
"That slut. I'll kill her. I'll kill that fucking tramp."
A burst of adrenaline screamed through me. I wasn't sure what to do. Should I go to her, hold her, try to get her to calm down? Or should I just talk to her? Or should I retreat and gather reinforcements?
"You're not going to kill anyone," I said. My voice trembled.
"You are mine, Sam. Neil and you, you're both mine. She can't have you. You're mine."
"Gwen, I did not agree to that," I said.
She looked in her empty hand, the one that had held the empty bottle. "Oh fuck! I need a fucking drink. Who's got the gin? I hate tequila. I need a fucking drink."
"Don't you think you've had enough, Gwen?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"You need to lie down, calm down a little."
"I need cock. I'm a woman who needs a lot of cock." She was having real trouble getting the words out, and I was sure if I could just get her to lie down, she would pass out and she'd be more reasonable when she woke back up. Hesitantly, I approached her. She grabbed her own hair and pulled on it, her fists full of scraggly red hair. She doubled over, and a wail rose from her mouth.
I was afraid she'd hurt herself. I rushed for her and held her in my arms. She screamed for a little longer, than broke into sobs. "It's OK," I said calmly. "It's OK, Gwen."
She opened up and hugged me tightly, and the tears ran down her face. "You're mine," she sobbed.
I gently urged her back to her own bedroom and laid her down on her bed.
"Why don't you go to sleep? You'll feel better after you've had some sleep."
"I don't want to sleep. I want to fuck some more. I want your cock, Sam. Fuck me, please."
Christy poked her head inside the door. "Hey, is everyone OK?" she said.
"Get out of here, bitch!" Gwen screamed.
Christy quickly disappeared. "Gwen, what's wrong?" I said. "What are you doing?"
"She's trying to steal you, Sam. That bitch is trying to steal my men. She lost her own man, and now she wants mine. She's smart, you know. She's a teacher. And she does this thing with her eyes. That's how she gets you, it's in her eyes."
"She doesn't do anything with her eyes. We were just having a fun, crazy time. It doesn't mean anything. You enjoyed it, didn't you, Gwen? Everybody had a good time."
"Tell her to get out of here, Sam. I don't want that slut in my house."
I got up and went to the door. "You wait here, OK? I'll find out what's going on."
"Don't let her look into your eyes, Sam. Her eyes are what'll get you." And she made a snatch with her fist in the air. "She'll get you, just like that."
"Just wait here."
"Bring Neil back, Sam. I want all my men with me, right here with me."
The air in Gwen's bedroom was stifling, and it was a relief to get outside. I needed help, or at least I needed to discuss the possibilities with someone sane. I went back to Christy's room, afraid that she and Neil were already going at it.
Fortunately, they were not. They were just lying in bed, smoking. Neil bogarted the last of a joint. Christy watched me with glassy eyes.
"Is she OK?" Christy asked.
"I don't know. She's not seeing things too clearly right now."
"She'll be fine," Neil said.
"I've seen her mad, but I've never seen her this mad before," Christy said.
I sat down next to them on the bed. "We need to be careful, I think. She thinks we're ganging up on her. She thinks you, Christy, are leading some coup of some kind. She thinks you're trying to steal us."
"I think maybe I should get out of here for a day or two," Christy said. "I mean, she's got a temper. It would be better if I wasn't here."
"That might be smart," I said.
"But, honey, what about me?" Neil said. "We've had too much fun here for you to just disappear into the sunset. We haven't had a chance to fuck yet!"
"Neil, just so we're clear, this is not going to happen. I can't make a habit of this kind of thing. It's too much. I mean, it was fun and all, but what would happen if the school board found out? I could lose my job."
"Aw, baby, the school board isn't going to find out."
"I don't want it to happen again, Neil," Christy said. "I'm not even sure I'm glad it happened once. It was fun and all, but there's a lot more to life than just having fun."
"Couldn't prove that by me!" Neil said.
"I know you couldn't prove that by you, Neil," Christy said. "But you're not me."
"That is so very true!" Neil said. "There aren't many folks like Neil Drabeck!"
"Thank goodness!" Christy said. "Two of you would be more than I could handle!"
"Maybe a blowjob for the road, then?" Neil smiled.
Christy laughed. "Not a chance, Neil. I have to get out of here before I contribute to Gwen committing a mass murder."
"It's all my fault, honey," Neil said. "I do this to women. It happens all the time."
I didn't say a word. In the past during our travels, Neil had had some minor problems with a petty jealousies, but there hadn't been anything like this. Maybe we had already stayed in Denver too long.
"So I guess you're off the hook for now, Sam buddy," Neil said. "If Christy is going to be leaving us, I'm free again to make Gwen a very happy lady!"
Neil went back to Gwen's room, Christy stayed to gather up her things, and I went to the living room. I sat down on the couch and tried to keep my eyes open. I felt utterly empty inside. The fatigue completely overwhelmed me, and I fell asleep.
When I woke up, the house felt quiet, like the sound of a theater after everyone had left for the evening. Amazingly, my head didn't feel like it was being pounded on by axes. The light from the window showed that it was morning again. I had slept nearly an entire half day away.
I looked in on Christy's room. Her closet was cleared out and Christy was gone.
Gwen was sitting alone at the kitchen table, already drunk.
"Good morning," I said.
"Fuck you," Gwen said.
"Where's Neil?"
"Sleeping."
"Gwen, we need to talk."
"The slut is gone. Where did she go? I know you're in on it, Sam. You're up to something. You and she have something planned."
"There's nothing planned, Gwen."
"Don't turn your back on me, Sam," Gwen hissed. "I can take care of myself. I'll cut you." With a wet sucking noise, she halved a lemon with a steak knife.
"Gwen, I'm sorry."
"I don't want to hear it."
"Do you want us to leave?"
"I want you, Sam, dead. I could have killed you, you know. While you were sleeping. I had your life in my hands."
Her voice was very low, and the tone didn't mesh with her words. As drunk as she was, I didn't think she was an immediate threat, but these were rougher words than I was prepared to deal with. Christy had made a good decision to book out of there.
I wasn't sure what to say, and an ugly instinct kicked in. "What if I changed my mind?" I said. "What if I agreed to move in with you and Neil?"
Gwen paused, a slice of lemon poised at her mouth. Her lips were moving on their own accord, as if they craved the sour taste being held just out of their reach.
"Are you serious, Sam?"
If there was ever a good time to lie, this seemed to be it. "I think so." I felt something inside of me die a little, and I knew that there was no way we could stay with Gwen any longer.
"I'll think about it," she said. "Oh, man, my head is killing me."
I dug through the cabinets and found some Tylenol. "Here, take a couple of these. And Gwen?" She looked up from the table and made eye contact. Her eyes were bloodshot and the circles under her eyes were puffy. "Think about it, would you? About you and me and Neil?"
She put her head down on the table and groaned. I was relieved that she seemed to be appeased, at least for now. I left to find Neil.
He was brushing his teeth in the bathroom. For someone who had spent most of the last two days drinking and smoking and fucking, he looked to be in amazing condition.
"We need to get out of here, Neil," I said.
Neil spat into the sink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Leave here? Leave Denver?"
"Yeah, it's getting nasty here."
Neil shuffled back and forth. His eyes couldn't stay focused on one point for more than a second or two. "I can feel it, Sam. I agree with you. It's time to move on."
"Gwen, she's out of control."
"I like that about Gwen."
"I know you do. But not like this. Someone's going to get hurt."
"Nothing wrong with getting hurt every once in a while," Neil said. "But you're right, Sam. There are other ports in the storm. We need to get out of here before the next blizzard traps us here. What do you think? San Francisco? I hear the strippers in Frisco are the best on the West Coast! I wouldn't want to die without seeing that first hand!"
Just then, Gwen walked in on us.
"I love you guys," she said quietly. Her eyes looked fake, like the glass eyes used by taxidermists. "You're not going to leave me, are you? Tell me you're not going to leave me."
"We're not going to leave you, honey," Neil said. The lie came so naturally to Neil that I think he might have actually believed it. "Why would we want to leave a hot chick like you?"
"That's all I wanted to hear," she cooed, and she nestled in close to Neil. "I love you guys. I just want us to be together."
She backed out of the bathroom, holding both of our hands. "Come with me. Come to bed with me."
Neil and I stood there, unmoving. She looked at us, one after the other. "OK, I'll be waiting in the bedroom. But hurry." And she turned and walked away.
Neil sighed. He glanced at me, then looked down the empty hallway. "What do you say, Sam? A roll for the road?"
I felt like a coward. I should have told Gwen it was over, we were leaving, and she needed to get on with her life. And I was sure it was just the drugs and alcohol talking, anyway, that as soon as she sobered up, she'd be her old self again.
But I was afraid of another confrontation. I thought of her slicing the lemon in half, and it made me cringe. Part of me wanted to put off the showdown just a little longer, that somehow it would all blow over and solve itself if I only waited long enough.
I sighed. "OK. But Neil, if she doesn't come to her senses, we need to set her straight."
"Absolutely, Sam, absolutely. As soon as I pop my cork, then we'll tell her what's really up. But what a going away present, eh, Sam? Man! She is going to remember this naked blizzard party for as long as she lives!"
When we walked into the bedroom, Gwen was on her knees on the bed, leaned over her dresser top, snorting a line of coke. "You guys want some?" she asked, wiping her nose.
"Honey, what we want can't be sniffed a straw," Neil said. And he strode right up to her, gathered her up in his big arms, and kissed her on the mouth.
I felt like spectator, watching from a distance as the actors moved around the stage. I got up on the bed and crawled across to her. I hugged her from behind, my penis rising despite my anxiety, wedging up into the crack of her ass. I squeezed my hands between Gwen and Neil's bodies and grabbed her soft little tits. Her nipples felt like pebbles in my palms.
I nosed around on the back of her neck, letting her loose hair brush across her face. I found her ear and nibbled the lobe. I tried to move my hands, but Neil's arms blocked me, and I could barely move away from her breasts. I cupped both mounds from below.
"I need to be fucked," Gwen panted. "I am a woman who needs a lot of dicks fucking me."
She twisted between Neil and me, forcing me to sit back a bit. She smiled when she faced me. "Oh, yeah!" she said, looking at my cock. And she crawled up between my legs, her rump thrust up in the air, and leaned over to gobble up my boner.
Neil immediately took her from behind. He gave her firm strokes, bouncing her forward. She couldn't keep her mouth on me. So she grabbed on like a handle, her teeth set tightly. "Fuck me, Neil, fuck me hard!"
"Get ready, honey, here comes Neil Drabeck!" She pumped me in her fist as Neil slammed into her with a mighty thrust.
"Ah!" Gwen yelled. "Wait, wait, wait! I don't want to come yet. Stop a minute!"
Neil paused and the three of us froze for an instant in time. "Wait just one more moment," Gwen whispered, her eyes closed in concentration.
"OK, OK. Oh, man, that was close. Neil, I want to fuck Sam now."
"What the lady wants, the lady gets," Neil said, and he backed off. Gwen frowned, her little upside down cartoon frown.
Free from Neil's prick, she clambered on top of me. She straddled my hips and rubbed her crotch against my hard-on. And then she kissed me. Her mouth was loose and sloppy, and saliva spilled all over my chin and neck. Her breasts smashed against my chest.
"You're knocking on the door, buddy, it's time you stepped inside!" Neil touched my penis, actually held it in position, placing my knob at the entrance of Gwen's cunt. She whimpered and slobbered all over my face, and she pushed back, impaling herself on my tool.
"You're inside me, Sam, you're inside me," Gwen stated, but she didn't seem to be talking to me. She was staring past me, at the wall. She shimmied up into a sitting position and squatted hard down on me.
Neil was behind her. From behind, he reached around and ran his hand across the front of her neck. Gwen craned her head around and tried to meet Neil's kiss. I was buried deep inside her, and Gwen and Neil's tongues lashed at one another as Neil pawed her breasts.
"I need to get lubed up, buddy, pull out a second."
I couldn't move much, lying under Gwen, but she inched forward until my cock fell out. She got up on her hands and knees and Neil slowly pushed his cock into her slippery poon.
He fucked her for just a stroke or two and withdrew. Again, he helped insert me back inside.
"Oh, oh, God," Gwen said.
"Are you ready, honey?" Neil said.
"Oh, yes, Neil, baby!"
And I felt a pressure on the underside of my cock, like a ball rolling along the length. Neil was inserting his penis into her ass.
"Oh, oh, Neil! Fuck me, oh yeah, call me a slut. Call me a cunt."
The position was awkward, and everyone's legs were in the way. We shimmied around, this way and that, shifting the angles.
"I'm a slut. I'm a slutty little cunt," she mumbled.
We finally found a position that allowed us to stop for a moment. We held the pose for a while. Other than the wind whistling outside, the only sound was the three of us breathing.
Gwen began to shift back and forth a little. Her cunt felt very tight. As she rocked further, Neil's balls swung, tapping lightly against mine. I imagined the length of his cock up her rectum was pressing against the length of mine in her vagina.
"Tell me I'm a slut," Gwen said.
I wasn't sure who she was talking to. I didn't want to do it. I hoped desperately her command wasn't aimed at me.
"Say it!" she yelled.
I looked at Neil over her shoulder, and he just shrugged.
"You're a slut," Neil said.
"Call me a cunt."
"You're a cunt."
And I thought back to the first night of the naked blizzard party, our `cunt' word game, and I thought about Gwen using the word in that unnatural tone, and I thought about how Neil used `slut' and `cunt' in the same way now, as if they were words outside his regular vocabulary.
We eventually found a weird little stutter rhythm, Neil pushing into Gwen's ass, sliding Gwen forward on me, then Gwen would ease back against both of us, both of our cocks dipping deeply inside her. And then Neil would push again.
"Can you believe it, Sam? Can you believe this chick?"
Gwen didn't open her eyes. She simply lay on top of me, rocking back and forth, her face tilted up, her mouth ajar. "I love your cocks," she whispered. "I am a slut, I love your cocks. Fuck me. Rape me."
A felt a wave of revulsion, a sour taste rising from my stomach. The homosexuality of the situation was not lost on me, but the close proximity of Neil's penis was not what made my stomach churn. It was the woman we had pinned between us.
Neil pushed a little harder, and Gwen groaned with appreciation. "Oh, oh, Neil, honey, Sam, oh. I'm going to come, oh lover, my lovers, I'm coming!"
And her face twisted up in a tight grimace, her eyes pinched, her teeth clenched. And she grunted loudly, four times, like she was trying to expel all the oxygen out of her body.
And then she collapsed on top of me. Her body went completely limp.
"Gwen?" I said.
She didn't answer. She didn't even move.
"Is she all right?" Neil said.
"You'd better get off."
We carefully unballed our bodies and let Gwen sprawl in a fetal position on the mattress. Her face had a peaceful look to it, her lips in a gentle smile.
"What is she on, Neil?"
"I don't know. A little coke. A little speed."
"A little or a lot?"
"Just a little. I don't know."
I poked her in the shoulder, and she didn't move. I rolled her over face up and forced her eye open. Her pupil contracted a little, and I let her eye fall shut. I held my hand over her open mouth. Her breath felt warm and moist on the back of my hand.
"Is she OK?" Neil asked.
"I don't know. I think so. She's been up for almost three days straight, maybe she's just exhausted."
"I need to get out of here, Sam. We need to move."
"Do you know anyone we can call? Someone needs to check up on her."
"Just Curt and Christy. Or maybe Bob."
We dug up Curt's number and gave him a call. Curt was not happy to hear from us, but he said he and Christy would stop by later to make sure Gwen was all right.
It helped that Neil and I didn't have much stuff to pack. We made bundles of our clothes and pieced together enough cash between us to fill the gas tank two or three times.
"Let's go, Sam."
"Let me write a note, tell her what's up."
"Aw, Sam, what's she going to do with a note? Let's just peel on out of here."
But I insisted. I wrote a couple short paragraphs, telling Gwen that we'd left and thanking her for letting us stay with her for the past two weeks. Neil waited, bobbing up and down on his feet like he was winding up a spring. I propped the note up against the toaster on the kitchen counter.
Neil threw his bundle of clothes over his shoulder and hustled to the door.
"Where are we parked, buddy?" he said.
"Follow me," I said. "I'll show you the way."
And we stepped out into the aftermath of the storm.
THE END