In the prior story, I explained how I met Barbara, and detailed the events leading up to our first sexual encounter. A few months have since passed, and now instead of renting an apartment, we rent a house together. We found a nice home near the beach, at a bargain price. I've always preferred homes to apartments in the first place, as has Barbara. Perhaps we will one day buy this house. It is in a very beautiful neighborhood. ------------------------------------------------ Never being the jealous type, I was not upset a couple of weeks ago when Barbara said that one of her former lovers, Julie, was in town, and that she wanted to go out to dinner with her. I told Barbara that it would be fine if she went out to eat with Julie... just as long as I know about her beforehand. So, Barbara told me about her. Julie, 22, had moved away two years earlier to attend college upstate near San Francisco. She and Barbara had been intimate lovers for over a year, yet were split apart once Julie moved away. It was purely a "life" move. Apparently, Julie had felt she could get the best education while up in Northern California, or NoCal. It reminded me of Ashley. She, of course, left me, to attend college on the East Coast. Barbara fished out her picture album and showed me some nice photographs of her and Julie together. I could tell Julie, a blonde like Barbara, was a very pretty lady. Barbara added a couple of stories involving herself and Julie... HOT stories. Her words made me kind of horny, and soon the two of us were going at it in the bedroom like animals. That was one of the hardest fucks I have ever received, in my entire life! ------------------------------------------------ I arrived home from a long shift at work a few days later and found Barbara looking like a million dollars. She was wearing a white micro-miniskirt, a black blouse and matching high-heels. Her blonde hair, usually long and free-flowing, was pinned up. Barbara also wore expensive jewelrey and it looked as though she had spent three hours on her make-up alone. I was a little surprised, but perhaps I should not have been. I got the idea that Barbara had MORE than a dinner date with Julie in mind. "How do I look, Denise?" she asked, posing in front of the large wall mirror in the bedroom. "Beautiful," came my reply. "Why are you all dressed up?" Barbara smiled. "Well, it's my first time seeing Julie in a few years. I guess, I want to impress her." I gave her a pat on the bottom before going over to the bed and throwing my purse down. "Well, you should definitely impress her. Especially, if you're going to wear that outfit." Barbara turned toward me with an inquisitive expression. "Are you sure you're not upset or jealous, Denise? I mean, I won't go, if it makes you upset. I truly mean that." "No, go," I said. "Go. I want you to go. I won't be jealous." I paused before adding, "Besides, I told you about the adventures Ashley and I used to have. I sure wasn't jealous when she was out fucking one, two, three... of my friends." There was another pause on my part. "I'm not the jealous type. I know, Barbara, that no matter what happens with you and Julie, you love me... and that is the important thing." "That's right," she said, coming over and offering a warm hug. "I do love you. And I appreciate your leniency." She stepped back and grinned. "Wow. You tell me of those `adventures' with Ashley... I've always wondered what it would be like to be involved in group sex." "It's the BEST," I sneered at her. "Pussies, hands, mouths, breasts... EVERYWHERE!" "No cocks?" she teased. "No cocks," I giggled. "For me to get involved with a man again, he's going to have to be perfect. Absolutely perfect. I mean, I've had so much trouble with men in my lifetime." I reached out, and traced a fingertip along the outline of Barbara's left breast. "I'm attracted to women. I'm attracted to women more than ever before." She laughed again. "I wonder if you'd say that, if there was a cock shoved inside your pussy." I snickered before replying. "Well, you shove dildos in my pussy. Does that count for anything?" "Maybe," she grinned. After Barbara had left for her dinner date, I whipped up a salad and camped in front of the television set, eating dinner and drinking a glass of iced tea. I did get invited to the restaurant, but declined. I figured, hey, it was Barbara's first time seeing her friend in a long time. They deserved to be alone. Gradually, I had unbuttoned my white blouse, and slid my gray skirt down and off. The less clothes I have on, the more comfortable I feel. Although I find "Wheel" quite out-dated, I watched it anyway, fantasizing about what it would be like to turn Vanna White's letters myself. I'm sure I'm not the only one. By the time the kooky gameshow had ended, I found my right hand buried in my panties. Nothing else of interest was on television, so I got up and stripped the remainder of my clothes off, en route to the main restroom. Time for a bath! Several moments later, I had the tub full of hot, soapy water, and was luxuariating in the sensations. Such a long day of work; it felt so good to come home and relax in a nice, hot bath. I continually soaped up the washcloth, and rubbed it over my upper body, especially my breasts. It felt so nice. One breast, and then the other. A cycle that never wore itself out. That is, until I thought of something a little better. I stretched a leg out, and ran the soapy washcloth along it, and came to a halt between my thighs. It seemed as though my body was alive with wild sensations, and it felt so wonderful when I pressed the cloth down and rubbed it against my pussy. "Oooooh," came a squealing moan from me, and I pressed harder. Soon, I slipped down further in the tub, now sitting on my tailbone, and spread my legs out wide in the tub. Planting both feet alongside the edge gave me complete access to what I wanted. I opened the washcloth up and then smothered it between my thighs. I pressed deeply with two fingers, and moaned in delight while rotating each in tiny, erotic circles. Even though I masturbate on a daily basis, I can never get enough of it. After dunking the cloth in a patch of suds, I dug between my thighs once again. I cooed and sighed in approval, then giggled. I scrubed my breasts and shoulders with the cloth, then got up and took a seat on the inside edge of the tub. It was about two feet in width, so there was plenty of room to sit and be comfortable. I did this for one reason, and that was to masturbate with the cloth in open air. I spread my thighs wide apart, facing the open shower curtain, and reached down into the sudsy water with the cloth. I brought it back up, settled in deeper on the edge, and then planted it against my pussy once again. I dug and dug into the sensitive flesh for at least 15 seconds, my insides getting hotter and hotter. I reached back into the water and then crumpled the washcloth in one hand. I wrung it out at my abdomen, letting the squeezed-out water trickle downward, over my pussy. Then I started giving long, slow swipes with the cloth, concentrating on the area between my thighs. Holding my slit open with the other hand, I dunked the cloth once again, then spread it across the exposed area. In a matter of seconds, both hands were busy. I rubbed the cloth over my pussy, and then did the same with the other hand, which was bare. I did this in a cycle which lasted for at least 30 seconds. After tossing the cloth into the suds, I used both bare hands to masturbate. While massaging my clit with two fingers from the left hand, I used three fingers from the right and thrusted them in-and-out of the slippery opening. The room was filled with a chorus of moans and sighs as I brought myself closer and closer to a self-induced orgasm. Too bad I didn't bring my favorite dildo to the tub along with me! However, orgasm had to wait. Not yet. Didn't want it yet. After retrieving the washcloth, I stood up in the center of the tub and wrung it out at my abdomen once again, letting the water filter over and through the folds of my pussy. Then I proceeded to turn around, and bend over at the waist. I put one hand on the edge where I had just sat, and propped a foot up there as well. With the other hand, I reached behind myself, and ground the cloth between my asscheeks. "Ooooooh!" I squealed in delight, rubbing against my anus. That hand still behind my back, I dug into my pussy, then roughly dragged the cloth upward, over and across my puckered anus. I did this motion several times before dropping the cloth into the water again. I was still bent at the waist, in the overly obscene position, when I simply used my index finger and forged it between my asscheeks. I cried out in sudden shock upon anal penetration, then relaxed for a short moment and sighed in total pleasure. My hips started to gyrate as I wiggled the finger around inside my ass. I felt so hot; my body was becoming a raging inferno! I started to writhe about and almost slipped before finally taking the finger out. I was about to retrieve the washcloth when I noticed the hand-held shower nozzle on the wall. "Hmmmmm," I moaned, curiously, while flipping the nozzle on. Water spurted out, and I immediately shoved it between my thighs. The head was very wide in length, and hard as rock, and I continued to grind it against my burning pussy. More moans and sighs escaped from within my throat, and I soon came to the decision that this wonderful instrument would bring me to orgasm. I moved it upward, and rubbed it across my anus. That set the wheels in motion, causing the loudest moan yet. I brought the nozzle back to my pussy and savagely masturbated with it. "Gonna cum!" I screamed, as if someone was there to hear me. "Ohhhhh.... OHHHHHHH.... OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" came my cry, as the juices started to flow. I dropped the nozzle, which was still shooting water out, and braced myself with both hands against the edge, in an effort not to fall over. "FUCK!" I screamed as the tidal wave started to taper off. "Feels so GOOD!" "Oooooh," I moaned, raising from the bent over position, the cloth now back in hand. I reached down and swiped my pussy with it once more, then slowly lowered myself back into the water. "Hotttt!" I sighed, taking a seat in the tub. I stayed in the tub for a half-hour more, giving myself time to recover from the blissful experience, and rested up. Masturbation is quite a common thing around this house. Barbara and I are very open with each other, and we both masturbate on a daily basis. She is always getting all sorts of new "toys" from adult mail-order companies. I have my own set of joy toys, and the two of us often share and trade. I washed my hair before exiting the tub, and then toweled and dried off. ------------------------------------------------ I was wearing only a pink robe and was about ready for bed when the telephone rang. "Hello?" "Denise, it's Barbara." I smiled. "Oh, hi honey. What can I do for you?" She paused. "Would it be okay if I brought Julie over to the house? I want to give her a guided tour before we call it a night." I looked down at myself, in a robe, almost ready to go to sleep. "Barbara, can't it wait un... oh, okay. Okay. You can bring her over." "Are you sure?" she asked, skeptical. "Yeah, I'm sure," came my reply. "Just give me a half-hour." "Great!" she exclaimed. "We'll be there in 45 minutes." Ahh, I didn't care. I'd just throw on a blouse and a pair of jeans. I figured the night was important to Barbara, wanting to score points with her former girlfriend. That's why I said it would be okay for her to come over for a visit, even though I was preparing to go to bed. It was actually over an hour after the call, before they finally arrived. And the photos I'd seen earlier did not do Julie any type of justice at all. She had the girl-next-door type of look. She was quite petite, without a lot of voluptuous curves, although everything seemed firm and tight. Julie had shoulder-length blonde hair, brown eyes and a very attractive smile. "You must be Denise," she said, extending her hand. "And you're Julie," I summarized, shaking her hand. "I've heard so much about you." "Really?" I said, looking over at Barbara. Well, I said to myself, someone wouldn't have to be Phi Beta Kappa to figure out Barbara and I are lovers, if they already know beforehand that one or both of us are bi-sexual. After all, we are living together. "Jules, let's go over to the sofa here," Barbara said. "I have some pictures I want to show you." "Great," the pretty blonde smiled. I stood there in silence for a moment, then finally spoke up. "Would either of you like something to drink?" "Red wine," Barbara replied, already on the sofa. Julie shrugged her shoulders. "Red wine for me too." I went into the kitchen to pour two glasses, thinking that Julie seemed like a very nice person. No wonder Barbara was so concerned about making it a perfect night. I thought hey, if Julie were my girlfriend, past or present, I'd want to impress her as well. After pouring both glasses, I took them and went back toward the living room. I almost spilled the drinks when I got my first look at what was happening. "Am I interrupting something?" was my question, in a shrill tone. Barbara, wrapped in Julie's arms, broke off the mouth-to-mouth kiss and looked over at me. "Forget the wine, baby. Come over and join us! Make it a threesome!" I glanced at Julie, who was looking at me with a lust-filled expression upon her lovely face. "But Barbara..." I finally said. "I don't even know that girl. I may like all kinds of sex, but I'm into doing it with strangers!" "Oh, come on!" Barbara encouraged. "Julie isn't a stranger. I know her quite well. Besides, this is the only night she can see us. You know how much I want to take part in a threesome." "Yeah, Denise! Come on!" Julie smiled in a innocent tone. I noticed Barbara had her hand buried inside Julie's blouse, massaging her breasts. "Please, Denise?" Barbara whined. "Arrrrg," I mumbled to myself, placing the glasses down upon the end-table and rushing over to them. A stranger. Sex with a stranger. A stranger. "Great!" Barbara exclaimed, reaching up and pulling me down onto the sofa, between her and Julie. Before I knew what happened next, Julie grasped my chin and turned my face toward hers... and then her mouth was clamped down upon mine for a heated kiss. The girl doesn't waste any time, I told myself. Barbara's right hand was massaging my left breast as I slumped down deeper into the sofa. Julie broke the kiss with me off, and then she and Barbara played a game of tongue-tag, about 6 inches away from my face. I felt hands on me; it seemed as though they were touching every part of my body. I moaned at the sudden excitement level, and reached in different directions with both hands. My left sought Julie's upper thigh, and I massaged it through the white pants she wore. The other went for the gusto, diving between Barbara's inviting legs, and rubbing her pussy through the tiny G-string she wore. I leaned forward a bit and stuck my tongue out, and now all three of us were playing tongue-tag in the open air. I must admit, it was very erotic, getting so intimate with a stranger, so soon. Both ladies detracted, and soon they were busy unbuttoning my blouse and whisking it off. Barbara reached underneath me and unhooked my bra, and took it off as well. I moaned as both took advantage of my topless state. Two mouths descended upon me -- one on each breast. "Ooooooh," I squealed, spreading my thighs wide (an involuntary reaction). Even though I still had on a pair of jeans, Barbara slid her hand downward, and began rubbing my pussy through the material. I was now doing the same to Julie, rubbing her treasure box through her white pants. As for Barbara, I had my hand under her G-string now, and was busy finger-fucking her. I continued to moan and sigh as their lips and teeth worked wonders upon my breasts and nipples. They broke away at the same time, and then shared a series of deep, quick kisses right before my very eyes. Then, in a flash, both were planting kisses on either side of my face. One of my arms was now wrapped around Barbara's shoulder, and the opposite hand was groping Julie's breasts through her blouse. Each of their mouths returned to my nipples, and this time, they also used their hands and fingers, which only added to the pleasure. Why couldn't this have happened earlier??? It soon became apparent that Barbara and Julie were dedicated to my breasts. They kept nibbling and sucking, this time not breaking off. I simply arched my neck and sighed, in pleasure, as they continued. I reached down and undid the jeans I wore. I moved my hands back to each body beside me, figuring they could take my jeans and panties off for me, when they wanted to. But as for now, their mouths were committed to my breasts. Each kept sucking and nibbling, and it felt GREAT! I had not been in a threesome in several months; I almost forgot how great they are. Her mouth still at work, Julie reached down between my thighs, and nudged her hand beneath my panties. I moaned as the foreign hand, at least to me, rubbed over my damp pussy. I looked over at Barbara, and noticed that she was masturbating. Her miniskirt was raised above her waist, and her right hand was busy. Seconds later, the breast sucking finally came to a close. Barbara got onto the sofa and stood on her knees beside me. Slowly, as if asking permission, she raised one knee and moved it over my face. "Do it," I said. In a flash, Barbara was seated astride my face. I reached up and slid the tiny understrip of her G-string out of the way, then went to work on her succulent little pussy. Barbara's body bucked and writhed above me as I went to work with my mouth. I spread her slit with fingers from both hands, and dug my tongue in deep between the folds, tasting every wet recess. Meanwhile, I felt my jeans being slid down, and then my panties. My body tensed as Julie's mouth dived between my own thighs, and then started to lick and nibble away. I spread myself open for her, all the way, as Barbara reached back and down, tweaking one of my nipples with two fingers. I could not see what Julie was doing to me, because Barbara was blocking my view. But I certainly enjoyed Julie's oral ministrations! "FUCK YES!" I screamed, in both shock and pleasure, as Julie slammed at least three (perhaps four) fingers into me. She continued eating me at the same time... it was SOOOOO wonderful. I was sucking on Barbara's clit now, taking it into my mouth and gently tugging it downward. My own body was rocking with passion, thanks to Julie. I thought these two may engage in sexual activity... but I certainly never had any idea that I would be right in the middle of it, too! Julie was really doing a number on me. I felt her tongue taking long, erotic swipes of my pussy... every hint of contact excited me more and more. Meanwhile, I had my tongue forged up into Barbara's slit. I was determined to make her cum, because I wanted to swallow the explosion. And I was also determined to make her cum, before Julie made ME cum. However, that was not the case. All of a sudden, it was as if an earthquake had hit. I screamed in lust, and I felt the juices flowing from me as if they were a tidal wave. And at the same time, I felt Julie's mouth still on me, trying herself to swallow and suck down the delicious liquid. "Cum for me, Barbara," I begged. A second later, she let herself go -- all over my face. Moaning, I swallowed as much as I could, my tongue lapping like crazy. She ground her pussy into my mouth, and just kept cumming, all the while screaming and moaning her own passion. Barbara slid away from me, and I noticed that she was completely nude, except for the G-string that I had to push out of the way, in order to eat her, and her miniskirt. She must have gotten rid of her top while I worked on her pussy. She disposed of the miniskirt and G-string, sliding them down, and tossing them aside. "Wait here," Barbara said, getting up and walking out of the living room. I looked over at Julie, and noticed that she was now topless. Her breasts weren't very large, but I wasn't complaining. They were perfect for her frame and build. She looked over at me and smiled. I brushed my hair back with a hand, and realized a good portion of Barbara's cum was now coating my hair. So much for that shower earlier, eh? Well, not really. Masturbating like that was worth it! "I see you're not shy anymore," Julie grinned, stepping out of her white pants and G-string. "No," came a sigh from me. "No, I'm not." Barbara came back into the living room, carrying a double-headed dildo which was two feet in length. "Where did you get THAT?" Julie exclaimed, her brown eyes big and blazing with curiousity. "Mail order," Barbara grinned, re-joining us on the sofa. She gave one end of the dildo to Julie and told her to suck on it. Julie did, and then Barbara did the same with the opposite end. Both of them sucked on the dildo as if it were a real man's cock. Since there wasn't a third head for me, though, I started sucking on the middle, where there were fake balls. We did this for several seconds, until Barbara jerked it away from us. She grabbed hold of one end and pressed the fake cockhead against Julie's left breast, who moaned in response. Barbara prodded the tip against her friend's breast, rubbing it in tiny circles. Julie reached down and tweaked that nipple, and then I moved in, and started sucking on the other (right) breast. But before I could get into a groove, Barbara took the dildo away again, and Julie moved back. Barbara handed the dildo to me and begged "please fuck us with it." Within seconds, the two women were laying on their backs, thighs spread and knees in the air, their pussies facing one another. I moved one end of the dildo between Barbara's thighs, and the other between Julie's. I worked on her first, forcing 10 inches of the toy into her, until the fake testicles at the center were touching her. Then I did the same with Barbara. I held onto the middle, so the instrument would not slip out. Then both of them started to buck together, like bitches in heat. I eventually increased their pleasure by moving the dildo in a back-and-forth motion. By doing this, an end thrusted outward of one of them, while the other end thrusted inward to the other person. I moved it back-and-forth at a torrid pace, wanting them to remember this coupling for a long time. I could also see each pussy, all stretched out and completely soaked, as they rocked together and screamed in lust. Barbara moved her hand down, and started masturbating as I continued the dildo-fuck. I was going at such a pace that my arm was starting to hurt. I was really giving it to them now, and their sounds and expressions told the story. Both of them came instantaneously. I laughed in delight while taking both ends of the dildo out of them. I bent the instrument so the heads were side by side, then brought it to my mouth and stuffed them in, as far as they would go. My mouth was really stretching to get the two heads inside. I slurped each end, sucking down the cum from each woman. Barbara sat up and took the dildo from me, and then instructed me to lay down upon my back. I did, and spread my thighs wide for them. Julie, tired but ready for some more, sat up as well, then leaned down and gave me a full kiss on the mouth. I was not expecting it, but kissed her back with all the fever and intensity I could possibly find. Barbara's face was now hovering over my pussy. She had spread my thighs even wider, and had them in the air. She started to finger-fuck me while Julie splayed a serious of wild, passionate kisses along my neck and shoulders. Julie moved downward. While Barbara held my slit open, Julie dove in, using her lips and tongue on me. I started to writhe and moan -- I could have my pussy eaten all day and never become bored or complacent -- and then Barbara's tongue moved in as well. Two women were eating me, at the same time! I was in such a state of bliss that I do not know exactly what happened in the next sequence. I believe they took turns -- one would lick my pussy while the other held it open -- then they would switch. I did notice that on occasion, they would lick each other's tongues, and share kisses. But their focus was me; specifically, my pussy. It got to the point where I was holding both my legs up, stretching them so my knees were almost touching my shoulders. Then I felt a finger against my anus. "Denise just LOVES having her little ass played with," Barbara commented, as she inserted a finger into my bunghole. ^%@&!#%%@@%#@&!!!! While Julie held my pussy open with two fingers and ate it, Barbara finger-fucked me in the ass! What sensations! Things... they were kind of a little bleak after that. I remember screaming -- I couldn't stop. It was so pleasurable. I clutched and grabbed my breasts, massaging them savagely, just adding to the excitement. Then I remember cumming -- I couldn't stop doing that, either. Barbara and Julie lapped up all of my juices, and took their time, too. It was so incredible. Barbara slid up to me, and latched her cum-soaked mouth upon mine for a heated kiss. Julie joined in as well, laying down beside me, rubbing my breasts and kissing my shoulder. We were very tired, yes, but the night was FAR from over. The three of us fucked one another silly, until we couldn't take it anymore. The last reading on the clock I remember that night was around 4:30am. And I get up each morning at 6:30am for work! Talk about being groggy and tired... that was me, at work the next day. ------------------------------------------------ The only unfortunate thing that came out of the entire evening was the fact that Julie was in town for just a couple of days. As it turned out, that one night/early morning was the only time Barbara or myself got to see her. She came back to Los Angeles to visit her family, with the intention of rekindling the flame with Barbara for just one evening. I was very lucky that she wanted to start a brand new flame with me. What a GREAT night! Julie may be back in San Francisco, but she has promised to visit us anytime she is in Los Angeles. And let me tell you, we are thinking about going up there to visit HER. Barbara and I definitely want to see her again. It would be a travesty if we didn't. I'm very content with Barbara in my life, and could easily live without sex from anyone but her. But when an opportunity like this arises, what am I supposed to do? Julie looked so beautiful that night, and when the two of them basically begged me to have sex with them... who could refuse that? Well, after I finish with this file, and spread it around the local bulletin boards and networks... it will be time to go into the bedroom and spend some "quality time" with one of my vibrators. You don't know how hot I get, typing these experiences out. It will be time for another slitfest soon; hopefully tonight, with Barbara!