The Twelfth Post

"Are we in a trailer park?"

"I think so."

"Shay said it was a 'mobile home area'."

"Isn't that just a trailer park?"

"I guess."

"I suppose it's a decent trailer park."

We were cruising in J's hooptie and it was dark outside. Two or three of the mobile homes had lights on in bedrooms and so forth but that was it. We were here to meet D, a petite blond for a threesome. It was referral sex. A friend of J's named Shay, someone she fucked from time to time, also fucked D. They'd tried to do a threeway with each other at some point but it fell through. Shay thought we'd have better luck, gave us her contact info, said that she'd been with a girl once and wanted to do it again, and sucked really good cock. He emailed me a picture of her sucking him. The look she gave the camera made me harder than the cock in her mouth.

A porch light came on and now I could see the house number--bingo. A few seconds later, D opened the door and stepped outside, in a small black dress. She was pretty cute, kind of a dirty blond, and walked on low heels in the gravel towards our headlights. I got out of the car to say hello and we shook hands and hugged. I opened the back door for her and climbed in beside her.

"Drive," I said to J up front.

"Where?"

"Find a motel."

"There's one off the freeway," D offered. We looked at each other in the dark cabin of J's car and smiled. She parted her legs, and I put my hand up her thigh and in her skirt. I got my fingers under her panties and rubbed her smooth lips. She'd just shaved, and after a few seconds her lips parted and got slick. I suck her off my finger, and make sure J can hear it, as she struggles to keep her eye on the road and the rear view mirror.

"Taste good?" D asks, grinning.

I could have done without the spray of perfume she'd used, intermingling with the taste and smell of her pussy, so instead I smile and we kiss. When our faces turn this way and that, I open my eyes to find J watching. I smile. She smiles back. Almost shyly.

The three of us stood like suspects outside the bullet proof glass, paying the motel clerk cash as D smoked a menthol in the wind. We walked up the stairs to our room in silence.

In the cheap room, D extinguished her smoke, then lit another. Nerves. I took a drag from her. J opened a bottle of water and plopped on the bed. We knew it was going to happen, we just didn't know how to start. I sat next to J.

"So Shay said you were with a girl before?" I asked D.

"Once. It was at a fetish ball. I went with this woman I met through a friend, and she had a leash and collar on me, and I was dressed up like Jane and followed her around like a good little jungle kitty."

"Did she fuck you afterwards? Did you fuck her?"

As J undid my jeans and pulled them off me. My boxer briefs came half undone along the way and slid down enough to expose half my cock, already hard, the precum smeared against my skin and tethered to the tip of my cock in a single, silver strand.

"Yeah, she fucked me. She made me eat her pussy but she fucked me all kinds of ways." She had her eyes fixed to my cock. J slipped my boxer briefs off me and my cock throbbed untouched.

"Did you like it?" I gasped when I asked. J's mouth had closed wetly just around the head of my cock.

"I loved it."

She leaned forward till she was next to J, watching J blow me a foot from her face, till J took a momentary pause, for air, and then D took her place, sliding off the bed and down to her knees, grabbing my cock with her small hand and sucking my balls hard. She put my cock in her mouth and sucked me skillfully, a girl who'd learned to handle cock the way guys did--firm, short jerks with her hand, tonguing my balls and my taint, until J put her mouth over my cock when all of this was happening, and I leaned back on my elbows, threw my head back and opened my mouth wide, feeling the two tongues, the two mouths. I thought of violins. And how they're played, one note in harmony with the next. There was no dissonance between J's mouth and D's tongue, they moved with a rhythm and pace that came naturally.

Then, a little later, they were in a 69. First, D on top. Then they rolled, and she was underneath. J was fucking her with a pearl rabbit. She looked up at me and smiled wickedly.

"Enjoying this?"

"Of course I am. You?"

"Oh she has a very nice cunt." She started licking D's clit in emphasis. D moaned, her mouth full of J's pussy. I looked at her cunt; smooth, pink, tight. I wanna fucking decimate her, I thought.

"You can be rough. I like it rough," D had said, in our communications.

"It's true," said Shay. "You can fuck her anyhow you want."

I pulled the intertwined girls apart and took the vibrator out of J's hands. I rotated D till her head was just off the edge of the bed. I pulled her legs apart, then pulled J's down till their legs were scissored and their cunts were mashing up against each other's. I sat on the rough carpet with my face right next to D's, and kissed her. She smelled and tasted like J, who was now bucking her hips into D's.

D moaned into my mouth. The pearl rabbit buzzed in my hand, and I brought it up to our faces, pressed it between our mouths as we kissed, and fed it to her slow but deep. I turned the speed control up and it started to buzz wildly in her mouth. I pumped it like she was getting her face fucked.

"More spit."

She tried.

"More spit."

Upside down, her head hanging over the bed, she couldn't do it, or was having trouble. I show her how it's done, how to work a vibrating dildo in your mouth by putting it in mine, pooling the spit in my mouth so it comes out glistening. She watches. Then I spit hard on it, suck it to spread the saliva all over the silicone shaft, and start to fuck her mouth again. This time, instead of swallowing or trying to, D allows her face to become a gorgeous, drooling mess.

"Fuck her," J said. I was watching her take the pearl rabbit on her hands and knees, with D's face in her ass. My cock was hard in my hand and I was jerking off from the voyeur's chair.

"Fuck her?" I asked.

"Fuck her. I wanna see her get fucked for real by a cock."

D groaned her agreement.

I worked hard fucking her, making sure she really felt it, thrusting into her in a maximum way, till she came from the cunt pounding, J holding her down tight so she couldn't disengage. Her orgasm started as a low soft whimper that rose into a guttural cry, just one long sound that ended in thrashing when we finally let her go.

"I want to watch you fuck her, too," D said, huskily. "Show me."

I moved J's legs apart. I looked at D. She was smirking in anticipation.

"You wanna watch, huh?"

"Yes."

"Come here, then."

I position her on her back. I roll J on top of her so they're in a 69 again. I get on my knees behind J and see that D has started tonguing her clit. I interrupt her with the insertion of my cock in her mouth, fucking it in the same fashion I would have fucked J's cunt. But not for long--J arches her back and gasps when I penetrate her. I arch my back and gasp when D opens her mouth and envelopes my balls.

Is hedonism really that shallow? I mused.

"Fucking cum all over her pussy," D said.

Minutes later, I pulled out of J, jerking myself furiously. D wasted no time and shoved her tongue in J's now-empty cunt. I groaned hard and grabbed J's hip and ass to steady myself and my cock burst. I laced J's cunt, asshole and thighs with cum, and all across D's nose, chin and forehead, too. She cleaned my cum off J like a feral cat, smiling with pleasure.

I laid back in the bed. D was beside me, smoking another cigarette. J fixed herself in the mirror.

"Fucking leaves me so fucking high I can't describe it," D said. Her dishwater blond hair still stuck to her damp face.

"Fucking makes me feel perky," J said, finishing with the mirror and taking a bottle of water off the dresser. Her face was glowing. Her eyes shone.

I crunched a piece of ice from the bucket. Fucking made me feel right, I wanted to tell them. And it's true. That primal ritual, that dovetailing of pleasure and pain, the one context for so many, many things to feel good and right. And to be a thing of beauty, a thing of pleasure, a thing to be lusted after felt more like a calling than an ideal.