Three Is Not A Crowd

Hi, My name is Megan, and this is a true story.

I have been online chatting for over a year and have several fantasies inspired from my experiences online. When I finally had the chance to make one of my secret dreams become a reality, I jumped at the chance.

There was this guy named Eric, he turned my on beyond what I thought was imaginable. I had his picture, but it wasn’t what he looked like that matter to me so much. It was the way he spoke to me, like he knew what I was thinking. he had a way of delving into my heart and gaining my trust. I told him everything. Everything, except for this one fantasy.

Eric and I had reached a point where we trusted each other enough to exchange phone numbers. After talking a few times we decided to meet. I knew I would make love to him, but wanted it to be more than just your run of the mill sex. I wanted to play. I wanted to experiment with something that had been plaguing my dreams for months.

The day arrived and I expected to be very nervous, instead I was strangely calm. We were meeting at his house. At first I was concerned about being alone with a virtual stranger, but knowing that I was fulfilling one of my fantasies relaxed me. I dressed with care, wanting to look casual as well as sexy. Taking a look into the mirror, I was satisfied with what I saw. No, I was very pleased with what I saw. My shoulder length brown hair was brushed until it shimmered. The white tee shirt with the low scalloped neckline clung to me like a second skin, and showed off my tan to perfection. My cut-offs were short enough to let some of my ass show, but yet not be indecent. Beyond the clothing though, there was something else. I radiated sexual energy. I was ready for this man who would not be a cyber mystery for much longer.

The drive to Eric’s house took a little over an hour. As I pulled into his drive, a smile spread across my face as I thought about what was about to happen. This was my day, my fantasy and I was in control. Walking up the sidewalk I took a deep breath, then I rang the doorbell and waited. It didn’t take but a few seconds and I heard his footsteps, firm and precise. The door opened and there he was, smiling down at me. He was tall, but not too tall. His eyes held a twinkling sparkle in their violet depths. His black hair was swept back away from his face.

"Megan?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"Eric?" I smiled back at him.

"Yeah, it is me, come on in. I was a little worried that you wouldn’t show up."

"I said I would be here." I replied.

His home was exactly as I had pictured it, very masculine. It was decorated with lots of wood, and the hunter green of the furniture was accented by the warmest creams. I may be in his domain, but soon I will be in charge. I thought to myself.

"Would you like to go out by the pool? I have some margaritas waiting." Eric asked me.

"Yes, that sounds great." As we walked through the house I was surprised to not see a thing out of place. Surprised and happy. Neat freaks are usually control freaks too. I thought. It will be fun to watch him lose that control. We passed through a set of double french doors to a courtyard setting. The pool sat directly in the middle, surrounded by lounge chairs. A large Jacuzzi was off to the right in a corner. He led me over to a small bar area, and offered me one of the margaritas. "This is very good." I said as I took a sip.

"Thank you, he said, simply.

I noticed that there were several sets of the french doors like we had passed through opening out onto the courtyard.

"Does every room in the house have door that open to the pool?"

"Not quite," He answered, "but most do. My bedroom does."

"That must be very nice when you wake up on a warm moist morning. You can cool off right away."

"Sometimes, when it is warm and moist, I don’t want to cool off." He answered smiling seductively down at me.

"Sometimes, when it is warm and moist, I like to linger, and enjoy the sensations." He reached for my face and pushed a stray strand of hair off my forehead. His fingers gently gliding down my cheeks, tracing along my jawline. "You are a very sexy woman Megan." With that he leaned over and rushed his lips across mine. As our kiss deepened, I could taste the liquor on his tongue and smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne. Together, the two sent me spiraling. I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear.

"Which set of doors leads to your bedroom?" I asked, as my fingers easily opened the buttons on his shirt.

Taking my hand he led me to the third set of doors. They were quickly opened and we walked into his private room. It was decorated as the rest of the house, in a very masculine style. Shades of blue adorned the bed, walls, and chairs. The moment we stopped, I opened his shirt and pulled it from the waist of his pants. As I slid it off his shoulders, I kissed and nibbled on his smooth chest. Kneeling down in front of him, I quickly removed his shoes, socks and opened his pants. My hands caressed over his hard male ass as I pushed his trousers down. A hard bulge was forming under the silk of his pasley boxers. Looking up into his eyes I placed a kiss on his cock. flicking my tongue over the head...leaving a wet spot where my mouth had just been. Before he knew what had happened, I pulled his boxers off, revealing his sexual excitement.

"Eric, lay down on the bed. I want to dance for you." He did as he was told and I turned on the stereo which sat in the corner of the room.

Slowly I started to move. Swaying my hips, turning, teasing him. I let my hands roam over my body, squeezing my breasts, making my nipples harden. Turning I massaged my ass as I bend over and wiggled it at him. I unsnapped my shorts and let them fall from my hips and quickly stepped from them. I turned to face Eric once more and I could tell by the look in his eyes he was surprised when he watched me tear the tee shirt from my chest. I stood before him, wearing only a white silk bra and matching ruffled thong. "NO." I said when he rose from the bed and reached for me. "Stay where you are, the show isn’t over yet." Walking over to the french doors, I opened them and motioned for her to come in. As Elizabeth walked in Eric said.

"Oh my God."

Elizabeth stood there wearing only her pale green silk bra and ruffled thong. Identical to mine except for the color. She was everything that I was not. Blonde wear I was brown. Tall and athletic. I was shorter and softer. The only thing we really had in common was our desire to love a woman.

"Eric, this is Elizabeth, she is my roommate and soon to be my lover. Today you are going to be a part of my fantasy. You are going to watch me make love to a woman. You are not allowed to touch, well you are not allowed to touch us. You may touch yourself."

"Oh my God." He said again.

I walked over to Elizabeth and touched her face. "You are so soft." I said.

"So are you." She answered as her fingertips lightly skimmed over my breasts.

"I want to kiss you Lizzy." Our lips met. It was totally different from kissing a man. It was much softer, much gentler, and very very sweet. I sucked her tongue into my mouth. I wanted to taste more of her. I reached for her breasts at the same time she reached for me. We took a step back and laughed nervously. Once again I reached for her and opened the clasp at the front of her bra. Slowly I peeled the silk from her soft mounds, revealing them . She had beautiful firm upturned breasts, with small pink nipples, that had hardened with her arousal. Before I had the chance to touch her, she reached for the clasp of my bra, opening it. My breasts sprang forward to meet her curious stare. They were larger and heavier than hers. My nipples brown and larger than her pink buds.

"I want you Meg." Elizabeth said, as she lowered her mouth to my aching nipples. The heat from her tongue, the softness of her lips drove me to heights I had never experienced before. As she suckled me, I was almost mad from want.

"Please Lizzy, I want to taste more of you too." Elizabeth stood and taking her breasts in her hands she offered them to me. As my mouth closed over her hard tips, she wove her hands through my hair, pushing my face deeper into her softness. I want more, I thought to myself. I want all of her. My lips traveled from one hardened peak to the other and then traveled lower, delving onto the tiny button on her tummy, and still lower. I could smell the musky scent of her sex. It seemed to wrap around me and pull me closer to it’s source. Timidly I touched the band of silk between her thighs. It was wet and so very warm, almost hot. Taking her ass cheeks in my hands I kneaded them and kissed her hot pussy through the silky band. Once again her hands found their way to my hair and she pushed at my head, as she thrust her hips against my face.

"Megan, please.." She moaned.

Sliding the foamy green silk of her thong off her hips and down her thighs, I glanced with amazement. I had never been that close to another woman’s pussy before. It looked and smelled so good. My fingers searched through the soft blonde curls and found her slit. Spreading her open with my thumbs I found her clit and stroked it. Elizabeth jumped, and cried out in pleasure. Once again I stroked and massaged at her clit. She began to beg to touch me. I stood up and removed my thong. Looking over as Eric, I saw that he had his cock in his hand.. His eyes never left us.

"Lizzy," I said. "I want you to crawl up on the bed, beside Eric." Eric, remember, you are not allowed to touch us....... yet." Elizabeth did as I told her, then I too crawled onto the bed. I straddled Elizabeth’s face and lowered my wet slit over her mouth. When she began to lap at my pussy, I laid down on her, and buried my face in her pussy.

"Lizzy, you taste so sweet. I never knew it would be like this." I moaned against her. "Liz, I want to show Eric something. Come here Sweetheart." Elizabeth mover over to me. I positioned her so she was on her hands and knees, her ass presenting itself to Eric. I placed my hands on the cheeks and pushed them open. "Look at her Eric. See her ass. It is wet from my tongue. Do you want to taste it?" I asked as I bend over and let my tongue flick over her tight hole.

"Yes, I want to taste both of you." he answered.

"Not yet." I told him, teasing him more. As he watched me, I pushed my finger deep into Lizzy’s ass, penetrating her. She moaned and pushed back against my finger, wanting more.

"OK, Eric you may taste her as I fuck her with my finger."

Eric moved with an urgency only a man driven by desire could. Quickly his tongue was licking at Elizabeth’s hole. While I slid my finger in and out of her ass, Eric slid a finger in her wet cunt. We matched our rhythm and in a matter of minutes she slipped over the edge and thanked us with her orgasm.

"Eric?" I asked. Would you like to fuck me?"

"Yes, very much so."

"Megan, I want to eat you while he fucks you." Elizabeth said, her eyes looking right at Eric. "And when he cums, I want to be there, cleaning it off of you."

I got on my hands and knees. Elizabeth crawled under me, her face inches from my pussy. Eric drove his hard cock into me. His balls slapping my ass. The sensations of being fucked and eaten at the same time were incredible. I rocked backward on my knees trying to meet each thrust Eric gave me. At the same time, I tried to grind my clit against Lizzy’s face. She reached up and tickled my nipples, her fingers teasing me, adding to the overwhelming experience. Before I knew what was happening I started cumming. They didn’t stop, only increased their assault. I orgasmed over and over and over again. With a thrust that seemed to penetrate my soul, Eric lost control and spilled his seed deep inside me, as Elizabeth greedily sucked, wanting some for herself.

We all collapsed on the bed, cuddling, touching, and kissing. After our strength was rekindled we stepped out to the courtyard and went for a swim. I spoke with Eric a few more times on-line and even on the phone once, but we never got together again. As for Elizabeth, well that has been totally different.