Killing Kittens
A man approached us. He must have seen the three of us canoodling on the leather bench. Fascinated, he inquired as to how such a thing is possible.
“I like to share,” said Miriam.
That’s really all there is to it.
And later, addressing Leslie and I, the dirty blonde said, “I’m horny. I’ve been thinking about you two all day.”
“What about this week?” I asked. I needed to know how badly she wanted this.
“I’ve been having flashbacks all week.”
“Did you jerk off thinking about us?
Miriam laughed. “Oh yeah.”
“You know, every time you do that God kills a kitten.”
Delirious, we stumbled into a gay karaoke lounge down the street. Our friends were there. Leslie and Miriam embraced one another and kissed as they swayed on the dance floor. Eventually I spoke, “I think we should go. I don’t want to be all hetero in here.”
I couldn’t wait to unwrap my birthday gift a second time. I held Miriam’s leg, counting the rising street numbers on the way home, still awestruck, after many years, at how natural this life feels. People have told me it leaves them cold, that without love and certainty they cannot enjoy themselves. I have never understood this. There is an unquestionable beauty to these fleeting moments.
There is an unquestionable humor as well. Leslie struggled with Miriam’s bra strap. “I’m a girl!” she cried. “I should be able to do this.” But soon the thing snapped open and Miriam’s tits tumbled out. The crisis was over, and I watched as the women took turns between each other’s thighs. When my turn came I stood in front of our couch, biting my lower lip as the nymphs passed me back and forth, sometimes joining their lips together over the head of my cock. They peered up at me with lovely, wicked smiles. I was content.
I pumped Leslie from behind, her curvaceous frame draped over Miriam’s. Disengaging from my fiancée’s lips, Miriam said, “I want her to come while she’s lying on top of me.” And that was precisely what happened. “I want you to fuck me hard,” said Miriam moments later. Her chest flushed when I entered her, and no sooner had I flipped her over to enjoy her ample ass than she came, twitching, shuddering against my thighs. I fell upon Leslie again, her cunt hot and sex-jelly smooth. Miriam squeezed in beside us. There wasn’t much room on the couch.
I had every intention of falling asleep but then Miriam plopped down beside me on the comforter, spreading her legs wide and inspecting her pink parts. “Look,” she said, “my clit is swollen.” I wet the tip of my index finger and touched her there. She shivered. She sighed. I fixed my eyes upon hers, frowning. “I think I’m going to have to fuck you again.” I stood at the bedside, pressing against her back, forcing her torso against the mattress, spreading a buttock with my other hand as I entered her cunt in a swift, deep stroke. She gasped. I pulled her hair and spanked her ass red while watching her grip and release me over and over. Again, she shuddered against my thighs.
Leslie had been watching us. My penis exited Miriam’s plump little puss with a wet pop. I crawled toward my woman. She and I made scissors of our legs, slowly grinding together as Miriam hovered above us on all fours. The second orgasm is always more powerful than the first. When I came I reflexively slipped a finger up Miriam’s ass.
In the morning I emerged from our bedroom to see the two girls sitting on the couch and talking. “My pussy is sore,” Miriam said after awhile.
“Mine too,” said Leslie.
Upon hearing this I felt quite satisfied with myself. “So, I suppose you’re planning on killing some kittens this week, eh Miriam?”
“After what happened last night I think it’s inevitable.”
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