Marie, an introduction to the Sisterhood of the Sluts
written by:
Nikki B

Sisterhood of the Sluts (SOS), and we begin with the Queen of Sluts, Marie. I'm sure someone will challenge her for the title, though. I could be you!

Marie gets to live out her fantasy of a mfm with our Carl and my sib's Greg. Ff, mfm, oral, anal, dp (of course), cream pie, cum play.

Hi again! It's me, Nikki. Remember I told you that some of my stories come from things that happen to my friends? As I began writing this I decided that there are so many of us free spirited and open minded females that we should have some kind of sorority, so I've founded one, the Sisterhood of the Sluts. I'll tell you, now and then, about something that one of them did, or would like to do, that I think will grip your attention. I'm going to begin by telling you about something that happened with my roommate in college. You might recall that it was Marie who was my first girl, and my first fmf with one of my FwBs, Carl. At the time it was a surprise, I had no inkling that once in bed with Carl and Marie I'd be licking her pretty kitty. As the wise man, or woman, sez, "Life happens while you're planning other things!" Too true.

Marie is what I'd call my type. I'm very attracted to petite blondes, especially when they have big boobs. She has a luscious body, no doubt about it, and after my initiation to the joys of Sapphic sex she and I continued to enjoy each other in bed, together one on one and sometimes fmf with the right guy, often Carl. This went on even after graduation. We still have a moment together now and then.

We were on my bed when she told me about what she'd done the afternoon and evening before, with Carl and Greg. I could see that she was still excited by the recent memory.

They were cuddled together, Marie and Carl, in bed, in Carl's room, sweating from their erotic exertions, a huge smile on Marie's lovely face, her short blonde hair sexily tousled, her full firm boobs heaving from gasping. Carl was already half asleep, his long slender cock still more hard than not, but in his mind he was completely satiated, it had been a stellar fuck, and he'd told her so.

"That's great, Carl, it's always great with us, huh? I like that you always get me off before you do, and it's always more than once, too." She had something on her mind, though, and she was trying to find a way to tell him what it was, and to ask him how he'd feel about it. Well, she thought, if now wasn't the right time, with him still trembling softly from blowing his second load deep in her pussy, after firing his first bolt down her throat, there'd never be a right time.

"Carl?" She lay her head on his chest, listening to the steady thump thump thump of his heart, and as she ran her fingers across his body she fantasized that she could feel his blood coursing through his veins, tiny blobs beneath her fingertips. His body fascinated her. He'd been a championship wrestler in high school, she knew, but he'd given up on his college athletic scholarship in order to get into a better school. It wasn't too late for him to get a better education. Still, he was the most ripped guy she knew, the best bod she could imagine. She loved fucking him. He was her favorite go to guy for a great time in bed.

"Carl!" she repeated, but a bit louder. She felt him stir, knew he was awake, but not awake really. She bit his nipple.

"Fuck! Mar, why'd you do that? Are you nuts?" His hands were shielding his chest and she giggled, he looked like a little school girl trying to hide her training bra from being seen.

"I have to ask you something. Please don't get angry, please!"

"Okay, what? I promise I won't get angry. I think."

"Well, I know what happened with you and Nikki. I mean, with you and Nikki and the other two guys." He looked at her, waiting for her to get to the point. At his best he was far from gregarious. "She told me. She told me one night while we were in bed together."

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, we had that threeway with her, and I loved it. She loved it, too. I was her first girl, you know. While she was telling me about it, about how exciting it was to be with three guys, all at once, how it was, being kissed all over, and having two dicks in her at the same time, ohmygod, I got so wet, and we fucked again, both of us so hot, her remembering, me thinking about doing it."

Marie took a breath. "Carl, I want to do that with you."

Carl let that sink in. Then, "Okay, good with me, but we'll have to find a guy we both like. I mean, I'm not getting into it with him, but he has to be somebody I can at least get along with. And it won't be Bernie or Davey."

Marie was thrilled that this was going along so smoothly! It was really going to happen! "I know who I want for the other guy. Gina's fuck toy (Gina is my sister) Greg. She told me ... " but before she could finish, Carl interrupted her.

"Wait, who? She who? Gina?, or Nikki? Which one told you?"

"Oh, sorry; it was Nikki. She told me that one night she saw Gina and Greg in their rec room, and that Greg's hung like a donkey! You probably know that, though, right?" Carl nodded, yes. "She told me that she licked him and even took it in her mouth, but he didn't know it was her, and ... "

"Wait, Marie, fuck, I get it, I get the picture." (Actually, Carl knew that Gina had told Greg that I was watching, and Greg let me have a taste of his salami, but pretended not to know it was me and not Gina. Guys talk almost as much as women. It was Carl who told me!)

"Well, I'd like to have you and Greg for a night, just me and you two guys. Can we do it?" She gave him what he called "the eyes", her full lips in a pout, her beautiful eyes wide, pleading. "Say yes, please?" He began to smile. She gave him the ultimate enticement: "I'll do anything you want, anything!"

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything; anything you want, promise!"

"You know what I want." He watched her eyes, saw them widen in surprise, and as slight frown clouded her lovely face her pout returned.

"Oh, no! I think I do, but tell me."

"Shave your bush again, all of it, baby butt smooth." He saw her face change to that 'I'm gonna cry' look. No mercy, though, not if she wants it that badly, he thought. Gotta hang tough. He hated the way it felt when he was going down on her, and this was his only chance to get her to get it back to smooth. He loved going down on her, make her scream, her hands pounding on him as she'd cum.

"And your hair, your head hair. I'll let you off easy, you can keep it a half inch. That's not much shorter than it is now." If she goes for this I should up the ante even more, he thought, but then decided not to be a dickhead about it.

"Carl! No! I'll cut my hair, I'll let you shave it all off, down to my scalp if that's what you want! But not my pussy hair! No!" she declared emphatically.

"Okay, you win."

"Oh Carl! You mean you'll do it! You're the greatest!" and she wrapped her arms around him, and was about to kiss him.

"No, I mean you win, you can keep that jungle between your legs. But Greg and I won't be laying any pipe there any time soon." She jumped back, glaring at him fiercely.

"You're a real dick, you know that?" She was furious, but he knew that she really wanted this, wanted it more than her golden pelt.

"It'll grow back in a flash, what'd the big deal?" But he knew how she felt about it; being petite and with a nude pussy, she felt as though she looked like a young teen. She said that it had creeped her out when a guy had told her she looked like she was thirteen, so petite and with a bald snatch. So she let it grow and hadn't shaved it since.

"Listen, I know how old you are, and so does Greg. That's not an issue; it's your problem and you might want to get over it. Think about it, let me know, but I'm not gonna cave on this. So don't let it end a great friendship. I really like you."

Marie turned over, so angry she could spit, but she wouldn't let Carl know. Fuck! she thought, how else should she have played it? Now I'm gonna look like a little kid! But she knew she'd do it. Ever since I'd told her about my last night of virginity Marie had wanted to experience the same thing. I asked her "Why not the four of us? Then I can get a real taste of Greg." But she wanted it to be just her, but then maybe the four of us could have a party, too, after she got her fantasy.

Carl really liked Marie, and he loved having both of us at the same time. He wanted that to continue, watching her and me in a hot 69, or rubbing our kitties together, kissing, moaning and groaning, cumming all over each other, then fucking him until he was completely fucked out. He wanted this to happen, but he wanted her bush gone, too.

He called me. "Nikki, do you think it would be okay with Gina if Marie got a piece of Greg? She wants him and me to give her a mfm experience, wants a dp." He called it that, not a threesome or a threeway, and it took me a second to translate it in my mind.

"Carl, Gina and Greg, they're fuck buddies, like we are, like you and Marie are, so what's the big deal? Are you trying to weasel out of it?" I knew what Marie wanted; she'd confided with me during one of our lazy afternoon trysts.

"Just want to keep things on the up 'n up, cool your tits!" I had to laugh, Carl was so funny without trying to be.

They talked about it more, but Marie couldn't dissuade Carl from his demand for her to shave her kitty bare. So she called me. I was now officially in the middle, and not in a good way.

I had her come over. We weren't roomies any more, we each had a studio apartment off campus, but for me it was a waste of money, I was spending more and more time with Carl at his place, and with Marie. Come to think of it, we should have gotten one big place, cheaper all around, less to-ing and fro-ing.

Since I knew what it was about I thought we'd get right to it but it took Marie awhile to get there. When she finally broached the subject it was only a few minutes and she was crying. We were sitting on my bed, which also doubled as my sofa, and tripled as my work space. Luckily I had a small table to eat on or it would be crumb central in no time. A housekeeper I am not.

I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, she nestled her pretty head against my chest, her moist breath hot on the tops of my boobs, which were only partially covered by my Hooters cut up sweatshirt, sleeveless, neck less, the bottom cut to the top of my rib cage, leaving a narrow band with shoulder straps and the suggestive name. When I raised my arms my boobs came into full view, my nipples hardened in anticipation.

"Oh, baby, don't cry! You can find some random guys to do you. I can tell you a bunch who'd love to get busy with your lady parts."

"No!" She was adamant that she would have Greg, but he wouldn't go with it unless Carl was the other guy. Jeez, I thought, these guys must be getting all the sex they want if they think they can call the shots like this.

"So you have to do something for me." I had no idea what she was going to suggest but my eyes lit up when she told me. "Shave my puss."

"Oh, baby, you know that would turn me on big time, but are you sure?" I knew that since some jerk told her she looked like a jailbait teen she had kept a full bush going, and so this had to be a major concession for her. She nodded her head, her eyes brimming again. "How 'bout just the lips, and keep your mound hair? It's so light and fluffy." This time she shook her head in the negative. "Listen, if they balk at it when the time comes, they can shave it for you and you can get to the down and dirty. Let's try that," and before she could muster a complaint I rushed her into the bathroom, got my shaver thingie, some lather, and several towels.

"Here, get undressed and sit on the edge of the tub." Not looking convinced, Marie shed her shorts and tee and climbed onto the tub. I followed her, naked as well, situating myself in front of her, knowing what the outcome of this would be if I was lucky. After all, the poor girl was going to need some consolation after her bush was whacked.

"Okay, girl, last chance to save the forest."

"Nikki, don't fuck with me now, okay? Right, I don't wanna do this, I really don't, but if I really want those guys for my fantasy I've gotta do it. So shut up and shave me."

"Okay, you little slut, don't get pissy," but I squeezed her hand, wanting her to know that I commiserated with her. I knew how I'd feel if anyone tried to force me to do something I really didn't want to do. Again I wondered why she was so set on these two guys, but I figured she'd tell me if she wanted to, so I let it drop.

Looking down at her golden pelt, I realized it did look like a very young girl's twat, the hair fair and fine, but thick, and I ran my fingers over her silken mound, marveling at the smoothness, even though it wasn't nude. But I enjoy nude nookie; many's the time that I'd have to stop my ministrations and try to cough up an errant pubic hair. I hate it when that happens!

My fingers roamed over her warm flesh as if they could track her scent, so sweet, but pungent, and I wanted to lean to her, lick her, but she grabbed my wrist. "Hey, up here slut, it's not play time yet, so let's get busy here." She was grinning, so I knew she was as anxious as I was to have some lady love. "We can see if it stills works when you're done, so get to it, bitch! I gave her clit a little pinch. "Ouch!" and squeezed a glob of shaving cream from the tube, got it into a lather, and dipping my three middle fingers of my right hand into the foamy lump in my left, I painted her lips, smearing it on like frosting on a cake, a kitty cake.

"Oh, they're so pretty now, all frosted, good enough to eat!"

"You can have a snack later, but you'd better get 'er done or I might lose my nerve." She was always mimicking some comedian, and although she did this one perfectly, I still loved her impersonations of Sara Silverman, coming out with some gross remark with an oh so innocent straight face and a look of astonishment when everyone gasped.

Working carefully but quickly, I got her luscious lips shaved, and as I rinsed them with handfuls of warm water I admired how pretty they looked. I smoothed her lips out, making them resemble a butterfly, or an exotic flower. "Don't do it, don't you dare do it, or we won't get done. Stop that!" and she slapped my hand away. I gave her a little pout, which got her laughing again. "Okay, now the rest. I'm not gonna fuck around with hoping they won't mind a little mound cover; I don't wanna waste any time when we get into it."

So, what could I do but shave her beautiful mound smooth as a baby's butt, and by the time I was done we were both in a lather, so to speak. Marie's kitty was wet from at least water, while mine was slick with my girl goo. We hadn't been together in weeks, so we were both more than ready to get busy.

I made the butterfly again, this time taking my time, pulling her lips out, stretching them, pressing them against the insides of her thighs, smoothing them, and in the process her slit was opening, and I could see her pearly passion juices. I looked up at her, saw her green eyes were slitted in what I knew was pure lust. I could do anything to her now, and the first thing I wanted was to taste her, to lick her sweet nectar.

"On the bed, bitch!" and we laughed as we ran into my bedroom. It was warm, the heat of the day still not dissipated, but a soft breeze blew the curtains, giving just enough ventilation for us to be comfortable. If it had been mid-winter we still would be warm, with the body heat of passion to warm us.

Without saying anything, we got on the bed, facing each other as we kissed, wrapped around each other, feeling so good to be in each other's arms after so long. We love to kiss and we kept at it for a few long minutes, until we were both out of breath. We began doing body kisses, from necks to shoulders, then boobs, and once again I wondered if she would be able to get me off by just sucking and biting my nipples.

Before I realized it we were into 69, me on the bottom, my petite blonde lover on top, my neck stretching as I licked her newly shaved kitty, taking some time at her 'tain't, making her moan, and on to her lovely little butt hole. I love doing that, and Marie gets delirious when she gets it. I had her cheeks spread wide, my tongue spearing into her tight little balloon knot, while she was trying to get to my g-spot with her tongue, her grunts sounding like a truffle pig rooting for goodies.

Marie and I have a lot of experience with each other, years in fact. We've learned that we love to cum while we're licking each other, but not together, "too distracting," she told me soon after we first got together. She was the more expert of us at the time, so I went along with her, making her cum, then stopping long enough for her to ring my chimes, and repeat, just like shampooing your hair, but way more fun. With those little rest periods we could go at it for hours, although we never did go that long, but we would both be satiated by the time we stopped. Breathless and happy. The only thing that would have made it perfect was if she enjoyed licking my butthole. I love that! But it's not up her alley, curse the luck.

When we did stop, Marie looked at me. "Nikki, don't be pissed cuz I'm being so selfish about this, but I really wanna have them to myself, just once. We can do something with them later if they want to. I want Carl cuz he's the one who got my ass first, and your sister's told me so much about how good Greg is, well, I want the best for this." She was watching my face for my reaction. She was so intent on making me understand, so intent on maintaining our friendship, I almost wanted to cry.

"Marie, you dope, I understand, and I love you for saying it. Of course they'll want to get both of us, but maybe they should be made to make up to you for it."

"No, Nikki, no strings, no revenge. I want a good time from them, and that's it." You have to love someone who's that forthright.

They met at one of our fav hangouts, a small bar with great music, a dart board and a small, well, tiny, pool table. Carl and Greg arrived first, on their second beer when Marie waltzed up to the booth. "Hey, fuckers, don't get bombed on me!" Quite the lady-like mouth on the little slut, huh? But that's Marie, and we still love her.

"Hey yourself! Oh, nice haircut, Marie! Wow, that's short." Carl was glad that Marie was being so good about their deal.

"Yeah, my summer 'do. I see you guys started without me."

"We're just getting our courage up," Greg quipped.

"Well, that's not the only thing I want to see up, so take it easy."

"Marie, zip it! We're ready, willing, and more than able, so any time you're done bitchin' at us ... "

"Okay, jeez, okay, let's go. I don't need a drink," she retorted smugly, and turned to the door. "Let's go, let's go!" she urged, hoping they didn't catch the nervous quaver in her bravado.

It was a couple of blocks walk and they were at Marie's apartment. In the middle of the day there was no one else about, for which Marie was relieved; her old widowed landlady had a part time job somewhere, so there'd be no nosey questions about "those boys you brought in" and "I don't want any trouble here," thinking everything she did would land them all in jail. Marie wanted to tell her to get a life of her own, but then thought of what it must be like to be that old and all alone, so she kept her comments to herself.

"Beer's in the 'frig, if you have to have it," she said, with a twinkle in her soft eyes. Suddenly, seeing the two of them standing there, in her living room, deer in the headlights looks on their faces, she thought to herself, what's with them, it's like this is their first time at this. Holy cow, maybe it is, she thought, and felt a feeling of power come over her. This is my game now, she realized.

"I know you think I'm going to do a strip tease for you, but nah, I want you to provide the entertainment today. Back to back, so you don't have to look at each other, if that will bother you. Otherwise, get naked, and make it snappy!"

Carl laughed, knowing Marie's sense of humor. "Okay, Marie, it's all about you today, so I'll play along, but don't think you're top dog here; you're still a little slut, but you're our slut, and don't forget it." Carl faced Greg, and looking him in the eyes, "Here, buddy, let me give you a hand with that" and reached toward the larger guy.

"Hey, fuck off, what's up with that? I told you I'm not into homo stuff!" Then he understood, and laughed. Not the most colorful crayon in the box, but he caught on this time. "Oh, yeah, sure, if you think you can handle it," and he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans. "Well?" Then he turned to Marie. "Or would you rather have the first taste?"

And that was all it took, they were in her bedroom in a flash, clothes strewn along the way, Marie kneeling on the bed between her two lovers, the guys naked, with her in only her teeny thong. She reached out to Carl, drew him close, kissed him, then pushed him away. "Two big handsome hunks, my lucky day! But Carl, you don't mind waiting a little, do ya? I think I should treat Greg as our guest; after all, you've already had a taste of me, right?" He nodded, lay back, his body resting on his elbows, watching. Marie turned to Greg.

"Oh, Gina doesn't lie! I thought she might be exaggerating a little, but jeez, she's right, you're the real deal!" She pushed him back to lay beside Carl, crept between them. "Oh, I'm gonna have me some fun tonight!" What she didn't know was that although Greg's dick was the biggest she'd ever seen, he was only a half mast! When she wrapped her dainty hand around it, oh!, it trembled in her hand, like a live snake. Her eyes opened wider, her mouth a little mou, the tip of her tongue coming out to lick her upper lip. Greg watched as she stroked him, smiled as her face changed with the swelling of his dick. "Ohmygod, does it ever stop growing?" He laughed.

"Only if you put it in your mouth," and he placed his hand at the back of her neck, drawing her down, onto her elbows, her gorgeous ass in the air, her eyes still on the monster in her hand. "Both hands, yeah, go slow, oh yeah! Now suck it, bitch!"

But Marie wasn't about to be intimidated, even though she wanted to take it in her mouth, get it down her throat until she was gagging for breath. She watched as her hands slid up and down the veined shaft, room enough for one more hand. "Or a tongue," she murmured to herself, but Greg heard her. She licked, tentatively, watched him twitch in her hands, licked again. Greg wasn't smiling now, his face was intent, his hand tightening on her neck. She grabbed it, pulled it down. "Easy, buster, we've got all day, and all night if you can stay with it that long."

"Marie, I'll fuck you until your brown eyes turn blue!" They're green, dumbass! she thought, but let it pass.

She let her lips surround the tip of his plum, let them descend, feeling her jaws widen, smiling in her mind, watching his eyes as he felt her slide over the ridge of his helmet. She stopped, letting her mouth get accustomed to the feeling, liking it, a lot. He lay his head back, groaning as she fingered his nutsack. She pulled up, her lips smacking as he popped out.

"Ah fuck!"

She turned to Carl, took him in her hand, into her mouth, gave him the same tantalizing teasing treatment for a minute. "I see Nikki has taught you well!" referring to the teasing. She smiled, pinched his nipple, and turned back to Greg. She licked beneath the ridge, her fingers working on his balls, nudging his cheeks apart, only to have him push her hand away. She relented, rubbing his nipple with one hand, holding his shaft with the other, her tongue laving the smoothness at the top of his shaft. His hand came to her head again, and she pushed it away.

"I can push, too, big guy. So if you don't want me to, then you can't push me; fair enough?" He didn't reply, but the next time her hand got between his beefy cheeks he left it there, and she could feel his discomfort as he wriggled. I'd better take this slow, she thought.

For both guys the minutes seem to crawl, with Marie ever so slowly taking more of their cocks into her mouth at each turn. Then Carl sat up. "Hey!" he shouted.

"Carl, whatthefuck! Not so loud, the old biddy will be up here on her broom!"

"Fuck that! Take that thong off, you teasing little bitch! You didn't shave, did you, you lying slut! You're trying to get us so horny that we'll still go along with you when you show us that you've still got that carpet down there!" She smiled, an ah ha moment. Now she really had him by the short and curlies!

"Took you long enough to figure that one out, huh? What took you so long? Well, whatdayasay? Should I stop now, or should I keep going, see how long I can make you guys last before you cum all over me?" Carl gave her a smug look.

"I knew you'd punk out! That's so not right!" He looked to Greg for some help, but his buddy was waiting, knowing now that he'd finally get the blow job that Gina had told him would be worth his time.

"Don't look at me, I don't care if she's got a shag rug in there." Marie could see that the tip of his monster was glistening like it had a glass eye. (Oh, in case you didn't read my story about me and Greg, I fondly refer to his dick as the monster, so draw your own conclusions.) "Are we here to argue about how her pussy looks? Far as I'm concerned it looks fine, but that's not what I'm here for. I want to feel it wrapped around me," and he flexed his abs or clenched his butt, whatever guys do to make their dicks twitch. He smiled as if he'd pulled off the magic trick of the century.

As a reward, she took Greg's baby arm into her mouth, stuffed the head in the back of her throat, her eyes watering, and tried to do something creative with her tongue, but all she managed was some kind of weird gargling. He was moaning, though, so she was doing something right. When she came up for air a long thread of spit and precum had them joined together until she wiped at it with her finger. "Wow, that's some hunka burnin' love you got there, Greg," and she did it again, staying down longer, coming up more slowly, letting the huge head emerge, shining and swollen.

She licked the thick shaft, licked his balls, and when she returned to take him in her mouth again, and as her lips got as far down as she could take him, with her finger at his butthole, he grabbed her by her hair and pushed down. Coughing, but not fighting it, she tried to take a little more, and as she did she wriggled her finger into his butt. He pushed down harder, and although Marie was choking she finally got some air through her nose, and found that she could take more of him. As she crept her lips south she moved her finger deeper into his butt, until her tongue was at his nuts and her finger was in to the knuckle.

Greg was groaning, his body trembling, "Marie, you're so fuckin' nasty! I'm gonna cum now," and as she felt him moving in her throat she felt Carl, behind her, his fingers pulling her thong aside, licking her butt. "Right now!" and as Greg began cumming in her throat Carl was drilling into her kitty. She was choking and gasping with Greg's cum, groaning with the incredible feeling of Carl's long dick hitting all her hot spots until he was as deep in her cunt as he could be.

Greg wasn't content to merely cum, he was fucking her face, his copious cum bubbling out of the sides of her mouth, and she gripped him with one hand, and when she had him in her throat again she reached back with both hands, got her thumbs in her waist band of her thong, and peeled it down her thighs.

She was still gasping for breath when Greg rolled away, laughing. She turned to Carl.

"I love how nice it feels again. I'm glad you made me shave it. Feel now nice it feels, I love it," and she laughed as his fingers probed, searching for her prior pelt of blonde bush. The look on his face told her that he'd discovered that she had, in fact, shaved, as instructed. He was pissed that she had been playing with him, and had fooled him completely.

She lay on the bed, on her side, her thong thrown to the floor, both guys watching as Marie plunged three fingers into her wet slit, her back arched as she felt the exquisite thrill of being watched while she did this. She tickled her butthole with the tip of her slippery pinky, and finding that she enjoyed that so much, she pushed her finger in, sighing. Groaning. Her middle fingers were deep in her cunt, up to the last joint, and she pulled them out, then slowly moved in and out of both her love holes, her pinky finger exploring the bumps and ridges around her butthole. She pushed it deep, her two middle fingers squishing around in her slit, her index finger hoping to find her clit. The double digit penetration felt so wonderful, but nothing compared to what she hoped the real dp would be.

Carl, good humored though he usually was, felt embarrassed, Marie making him look silly in front of Greg. "You're a perverted little slut, know that! I ought to smack your ass," but instead he lay beside her, feeding his luscious dick into her mouth, giving her a taste of her kitty cream. Once she got a rhythm going he gripped her waist, picked her up, held her perpendicular to the bed and, as she let her legs spread, licked her nude lips, with Marie not missing a beat, or a suck, actually, continuing to slurp away at his luscious dick. He sucked her kitty lips into his mouth, sucked her slit, tongued her twat. She felt so amazingly wonderful that before she realized it her orgasm had slipped into her brain, and when it hit her she thought she'd blacked out.

She told me what happened next: "I wanted this to last a good long time, so I had them stand on either side of me, and classic porn, I sucked them both, one, then the other, and back again. I couldn't get both of them in my mouth at the same time, and I figured that Greg wouldn't be too happy about that anyway, so while I was sucking one I'd be stroking the other guy. I really got into it with Carl, Now that I learned how to breathe with a cock in my throat I could take him all the way down now, you know he's long but not too thick, and when he put his hand on my head I knew that was the warning sign. I couldn't stop, so I played with his nuts while we kept going at it, and at the last second he pulled out, told me to open my mouth, and he sprayed my tonsils!

"With cum still on my face I got Greg in my mouth, only the head; jeez, now I know why you call him the monster, the guy's like Donkey Kong, it's so different, but he was quicker, and he wanted to cum in my mouth again, but on my tongue. I was surprised that when he came there wasn't all that much of it, but he'd filled my belly only a few minutes ago, so that was fine, as long as he could get it up a few more times.

"I was still sucking Greg when Carl got behind me, pulled my legs out and spread my cheeks. I wasn't ready to go right to anal, but no problem, he drilled right home again, shoving into my puss up to his balls. Oh god, that felt so good, maybe the best, maybe 'cuz Greg was in my mouth at the same time. That was my first time with two guys!

"So Greg wipes his cummy dick on my cheek and gets behind me. I guess he's thinking that he's gonna get me in the butt first, but Carl eases out and Greg eases in, and ohfuckme, Greg keeps pushing in, stretching my lips until I'm screaming bloody murder; fuck the landlady! I tell him to stop, I turn around, thinking he's gonna just spin me around on him, but he pulls out, lays down, and I climb aboard, and I'm playing with my clit while Greg's crushing my titties with his meathooks. I want Carl to be the back door man in this team, so I let him know I'm ready."

Carl knows that Marie probably won't take Greg in the butt, and Marie seems to confirm that, giving him a glance over her shoulder. "Now?" and she nods with the go ahead look.

"Greg, stop for a second," and Carl spreads Marie's gorgeous cheeks. "Now?" Carl repeats, and Marie's hand comes back, grips his dick and moves it to her butthole. Greg is looking up at Marie, then over her shoulder to Carl.

"Marie, when I cum, what do I do?" He has such a serious look on her face that she almost laughs. "I mean, do you want me to blow in your pussy, or take it out, what?"

"Jeez, Greg, are you always so considerate? Most guys just pop their nut wherever and take a nap." She kisses him. "You're too sweet! Honey, you can do whatever you want unless I tell you something else, okay? I love it anywhere, but not in my eyes."

"In your mouth, maybe?" He had a slight smile on his boyish face.

"Oh, that would be wonderful. I love a mouthful of cum, but then I'll probably kiss you with it still in my mouth. That okay with you?" She saw the look of horror on his face.

"Fuck no! No way! Not even if you swallow it all. I'll cum in you, or maybe on your tits."

"Okay, but ask yourself this: If it's okay for me to have yourbodily fluid in my mouth, why can't you have it in yours?"

"But that's so nasty!"

"So then you think I'm nasty!" While he was trying to figure that out she laughed. "Forget it, hon, I get it. Some guys just don't roll that way." He had that perplexed look again, and Marie wondered how long she could tolerate fucking him before she ran out of patience. Well, make the most of this now, she reminded herself.

Marie's thoughts were interrupted, and she cried out in bliss. "Ohhh, Carl!" as he licked her butthole. "Uuuhhh fuuuuuck!" she groaned, stretching out the words. He licked, then stuck two fingers into her rear door, stretching her before licking her tiny star again. He repeated this several times, each licking making Marie groan with pleasure. Carl had been there before, in fact I'd watched him ream her butt, so he knew that Marie needed a lot of preparation, and he was more than willing to be the one to do it.

"Marie, you have the sweetest ass I've ever seen, and the tightest, too," as he carefully spread his fingers to the sides, Marie wriggling her cute butt. He kept on, licking, kissing, moving his fingers in her still tight ring. "Stop moving for a sec, relax, take a breath and let it out, yeah," as he slipped three fingers into her, the thick wedge stretching her butthole to what he thought would be acceptable to her. She was tight, but tonight she was motivated, and she had a high tolerance for pain.

"Carl, I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I'm thinkin' that it would be better if Greg stays in my puss, and then you try to get in my butt. Fuck, if this doesn't work out I'm gonna be so pissed!"

"Relax, babe, we can do this, I know we can," and he spread her cheeks as Marie leaned over Greg. "Relax, it'll be okay," and Carl rubbed his cock up and down her butt crack, stopping now, holding his cock to her dark star, "come back to me, just ease on back to me," and he pushed slightly as Marie moved her butt back to him. She began to open, and he stopped, allowing her to come back at her own pace. She was groaning, a low animal sound between a purr and a growl.

"Easy, Carl, it hurts a little, but not bad ... not bad, oh ... I can feel you now, easy, oh .. OH!", as her ring closed around the helmet head. He stopped, Marie stopped. "Oh, it's in! It's in, you're in!" She began to move, tentative little motions, back, a little hip action, back a bit more, groaning. "Fuck, Carl, you must be in to your nuts!"

He laughed, his heart racing. "It's early days, darlin'. I'm in about an inch, the head and another inch."

"That's enough, that's fine, I don't need anymore!" Marie began moving again, and whether she realized it or not, as she moved she was taking more and more of Carl's dick into her butt. After a few minutes he was in all but an inch or so, and loving it.

"Marie, I'm gonna fuck you a little bit now, okay?" She was straining for breath, but he thought she said yes, so he gripped her cheeks and began to fuck her with a little more speed, a little more depth, and she came back at him stroke for stroke.

Greg, silent until now, was getting too close to stop. "Marie, I'm gonna blow, babe, in your cunt!" and before she could say anything, if indeed she'd been able, she and Carl felt Greg swell, and throb, and when he came he convulsed so hard he nearly threw Marie off. She was gripping his shoulders, and just when he stopped she started, her back arched, her clit smashed against his pubic bone, grinding on him, screaming "cumming! ... cumming! ... cumming!"

Carl held himself in check. Unbeknownst to anyone, he had spent the morning in bed with one of his other lady friends, a mystery woman that Marie and I had no knowledge of, but we had our suspicions. He figured that if he shot his load now he may not have another round in him, so he held off.

"Greg, fuck, that was stellar, man!" She was kissing him, all over his face, nearly weeping with delight. She lay her head on his massive chest, listening to his heart beat begin to slow. "Greg, do it again, but see if you can get in my ass, okay?"

"Damn, Marie, I don't know, Carl says you're really tight back there. But I guess we can give it a try," while in his head he was overjoyed. He didn't get much anal sex, so he wasn't about to pass this up. "Me in your ass first, okay?" Marie nodded. They all separated, cum smearing Marie's thighs and face.

She mounted him with her back to him, and while Carl sat in front of them Marie let her body slowly sink down on his thick long pole. "Oh," over and over, softly, as she took her time, Greg's hands holding her waist, caressing her cheeks, her back. The head was in, Marie sighing as she felt her ring close around it. "Uhhh!" She was still for a moment, breathing deeply, feeling her butt accommodate the new arrival. She moved now, slowly, carefully, taking him in a few inches, then lay back, Greg's hands cupping her boobs, her legs wide open. "Come to momma, baby, let's do it," and she took Carl into her arms.

"Nikki, I started cumming and I don't think I stopped until I couldn't breathe. Now I know how you feel when I see you go into one of your orgasm marathons. Both the guys kept just the right pace to keep me cumming, and when I'd start running out of breath Carl would stop, and Greg would stop, and we'd take a break for a few seconds. One time Carl slipped out and I thought it was over, but he crept down and was licking my clit, and I started cummin' again, and I didn't stop until he had to pull my legs from around his neck so he could breathe."

She sat there, remembering how it felt, her finger gently tickling her clit with her fingernail. We were naked, sitting across from each other, I was dripping from listening to her. "Well, what happened next. How did it end?" I reached to her, my lips taking her nipple in, her hand holding her boob to my mouth. As I sucked she told me.

"I could barely move, my thigh muscles were aching, my back was aching, my puss was aching, my mouth was dry, and the guys were shot, but I wanted to go out in style, so I let them rest while I got a drink, and peed, and when I came back I got them hard again, fluffed them," and she laughed, "and I had them stand by the bed with me between them and had them cum on my face and tits and in my mouth! It was the perfect slutty ending!"

As Marie and I lay there later, the images of her story fresh in our minds, both of us nearly delirious from so much sex we'd had together, I thought, yes, it was the perfect ending for such a slut!

More Sisterhood of the Sluts tales to cum. I'd love to hear what you think about these lusty ladies.

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