Hardcore

Keywords: Five,

*Five *

"15. Slovakian food for five, and then a rousing game of Scrabble.

Spring, the second year"

Lifting my head, I see my love coming toward me across the bed on her hands and knees. Her face glows wetly, covered with Amy's cream. My mouth hangs open in a silent scream of passion and our eyes meet. She is so gorgeous, tendrils of her dark hair plastered to her wet face.

Beneath me, Karl lifts, driving his cock higher up into my pussy, even as Tom moves too, his own cock going in and out of my ass. I can't move much like this, being at the mercy of the cocks thrusting in and out of me.

Yana's lips cover mine as she kisses me. I taste Amy.

The orgasm that has been teasing me for the last few minutes rises up to its height and I have to break the kiss to scream. Karl cries out too, pushing up into me and holding still as he too comes. Tom, my sweet, Tom, clutches my hips and draws my ass onto his cock, speeding up now, anxious to join me in rapture. I cry out with pleasure again, clutching Yana's face and pulling her to my lips again, sharing with her too as Tom grunts and spews inside of me.

I can't move. Slowly, gingerly, Yana and I part, and I scrape the stiff tips of my breasts over Karl's chest as I fall forward limply, and I kiss him too, feeling Yana's heavy boobs graze my back before she stretches to Tom kiss as well.

The bed moves again as Amy stretches out next to her boyfriend, joining me in kissing Karl. I taste Yana on her as she and I touch our mouths together.

This is all her fault.

Or maybe it is Karl's. Does it matter?

They'd joined us for dinner. Yana cooked Slovakian food. The meal was heavy, leaving us all languid. Afterwards, we played Scrabble, which Yana is surprisingly good at, despite English being a second language. I was enjoying myself and our company. Yana looked beautiful in very short shorts and a mid-drift baring blouse with daring décolletage. The girl knows how to dress her chest. Tom was tall and handsome in hiking shorts and one of his outdoor travel shirts. Our guests looked good together. Karl is even taller than Amy, which is so nice for her. She looked beautiful and happy with her new lover. Over Capris, she wore a cute little sleeveless top that hugged her chest provocatively. Karl was, in contrast to Tom, more fashionably dressed and he seemed quite charming.

Sometime during the game, Karl made some silly, but inevitable comment about bisexual women. Part of the reason the Yana, Tom and I were comfortable inviting the two of them over was that we felt they would accept our triad. And they do. It was so nice to be ourselves around others who didn't judge us. Karl wasn't trying to be stupid. Being stupid just comes so naturally.

"Of course," he had begun, "bisexuality in woman is almost fashionable anymore, isn't it?"

How had it even come up?

Amy rolled her eyes. Tom didn't say a word.

"Fashionable?" asked Yana. After the months she had spent fighting her attraction to me because homosexuality—even if called bisexuality—is hardly fashionable.

Karl went on. "Sure. We see it in movies. Television. Advertising. For a woman to make love to another woman is hardly even risqué anymore."

Yana snorted. "Tell that to my parents."

"What about you, Kelly? Do your parents know you like girls?"

I nodded. "My mother knows." We had had quite the long talk about it.

Yana fought for her own answer. "I want to tell them. I love Gelly. I love Tom too. Love is not a fashion. But my parents are so conventional. And Catholic." She faltered, trying to deal with the very idea of confiding in her parents about her sexuality. And why? Shouldn't they love her first? Ofv course, things are not so simple.

Amy spoke finally, seething under the surface. I could see the heat in Yana too. "Karl, you may think that bisexuality in women is trendy and popular, but could you deal with the reality of it?

"What do you mean?"

"Beyond the male fantasy? Could you love a woman who is bisexual?" Amy probed.

I shuddered. Apparently he didn't know.

Karl tried to give the very best politically correct answer. Of course he could, if he and the woman truly felt a bond.

"Bullshit," Amy countered.

"How is that bullshit?"

"Would you want her to bring home other girls for the two of you to fuck? Would you allow her to be herself? What would you expect to define your relationship? If you loved her, would you want her to be promiscuous? What is she wanted to have sex with other women without you? What if she wanted to be monogamous? Would you bug her about having a three-way? What if she wanted affairs? Would you demand she be monogamous, for you?"

She was flustered and repeating herself.

Karl allowed as how he would not mind trying a threesome sometime.

I think all of us laughed at that. It started roughly, then managed to break the tension.

But Amy was on her feet, pacing. I knew she was torn up. They hadn't been dating long. Most men think they would love to have a bi girlfriend, but not many can handle it. There often comes an awkward point where the threesome prospect comes up. Being bisexual doesn't necessarily mean that the woman is going to want to invite other women into her relationship with a man or a man into her relationship with a woman. There is the jealousy, the insecurity, the doubt. I went through all of that when Tom and I gotten back together again to form our first triad with Lindsay. He "had" dumped me the year before and all. Of course, now I understood that was all just a horrible miscommunication, but I had been hurt, and I wondered during our first months together if he loved me or if he loved having two girlfriends.

He does love me. I know that now. Tom is smart and charming and talented and I love him for the intensity he brings to everything we do together. He genuinely cares, we talk and talk, and when he is not around, I feel like part of me is missing. With Yana now our lover, that sense of completion has bloomed into an almost overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

The thing was, now, with Yana and Tom and I settling in to our happy little ménage a trois, I was still thinking about doing it with others. That bothered me. How could I be so in love and crave mere physical sensation. Some part of me was a voyeur, and I wanted to see Yana making love to another woman. I also liked fantasizing about having more than one man again. We three had talked about it. It made great intellectual fodder while sitting around naked together, conjuring up images of ever expanding group sex. Yana loves to fuck almost more than any other woman I have ever known. And Tom loves women. Adores them.

Still, I was a little taken aback at what happened next.

"Fine," Amy said finally, her seething anger finally overflowing. She tugged Yana to her feet, then wrapped her arms around her and held her close, and lowered her lips to Yana's as their bodies pressed together. Yana was surprised and startled, her body stiff at first, but then she relaxed and let Amy kiss her. She even moaned.

Amy tossed her head back, dark hair dancing as she looked down at Karl. Yana just kind of hung in her arms with her eyes closed.

"Guess what, Karl," she seethed. "Your girlfriend is bisexual."

Amy looked to Tom and me as we sat on the couch, the forgotten Scrabble game on the table before us. She had been with us both several times, a few months earlier, before Yana gave up pretending she was not in love with us and moved in during winter break. But Yana had not been with any other woman but me. I knew what Amy was asking. I cringed at the thought. But that thought excited me too.

What would Yana do?

Amy turned back, kissing my girlfriend again, making love to her with her mouth. Slowly, they sank into the loveseat, with Yana giving no indication she wanted Amy to stop. Their arms flowed around one another, softly touching, trailing over the lushness of another womanly body. Yana parted her legs to let Amy slip between them, pressing more ardently to her.

Breaking the kiss again, Amy turned to Karl. "And my parents don't know." Her fingers began to open Yana's blouse. Drawing it away, she exposed Yana's bra and the swell of her breasts. Dipping her head, she began to kiss her exposed flesh.

Coming up onto her knees, she turned to Karl again. "I want you to watch. Find the answer to some of those questions. Can you love a bisexual woman?"

Yana was looking at Tom and me. Her blue eyes were thick with excitement. They were full of questions. I rose from the couch and moved to her, brushing her brown hair from her face and looking deeply into her eyes. I kissed her. The kiss said everything. She wanted this.

I slipped away as Amy opened Yana's shorts. My girlfriend lifted her hips so another woman could draw them down her legs.

Moving to Karl, I led him back the couch and sat down again, Karl on one side, Tom on the other. Amy was standing, pushing down her Capris and wiggling out of them. Looking over her shoulder, she bent, dragged her panties down and off of her full round ass and stepped lightly out of them. Yana was wriggling out of her bra and blouse as Amy sank to her knees again and helped her out of her panties.

Karl gasped as he saw Yana's boobs for the first time. I leaned over and kissed his cheek softly. Before us, Amy lowered her lips to Yana once more, kissing her here, there and everywhere. Her hair dragged across the other woman's now naked flesh, contrasting sharply with the color and texture of her skin. Teeth scored the delicate flesh of nipples, drawing then up higher and harder.

My hands dropped into the laps of the two men. Both were hard. I caressed them together through their clothes, and I felt Tom press to me, his lips on my neck as one hand unbuttoned my shirt and slipped beneath it to fondle my breast. "What are you up to?" he breathed. He knew.

Watching my girlfriend being licked by Amy made me gasp. The sight excited and scared me. Slipping from the couch to the floor, I felt my shirt pulling from my jeans and my bare back scraping the upholstery.

Keywords: Five,

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