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This file contains graphic accounts of sexual encounters. Its
perusal is restricted to consentinng adults as defined in your
country, state or city




I did not write this story. It was garnered long ago through
The Water Tower BBS in Alsip, Illinois. The author's name
never appeared -- much to my dismay, since I would have liked
to send him/her my compliments.




This is the first half of the third story (A Bird In The Hand)
in a trilogy.




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    A BIRD IN THE HAND
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     Carolyn awoke and looked at the clock beside her bed. It was
2:35 A.M. and she was wide awake again. Ever since her date  with
Don,  she  had not slept the night through, but awakened  two  or
three times with visions of her with him and Connie in any number
of  steamy circumstances. This night, it had been the  three   of
them  locked  in an oral triangle. Her breasts were  swollen  and
erect,  and  her  pussy was flooded with the  excitement  of  her
dream.

     "Damn!"  she  swore  reaching  for  the  phone.  "Enough  is
enough!"

     "Hi," she said when the other party answered. "What are  you
doing?"

     "I was sleeping," came the groggy reply. "Is this Carolyn?"

     "Of course it is, Alan. How many other horny women call  you
in the middle of the night?"

     There was a moment of silence before his reply.

     "Wait a minute. I'm counting," he told her. "What's up?"

     "My nipples," Carolyn breathed to him. "I wish you were here
to suck them."

     There was no reply.

     "Alan? Are you there?"

     "I was just pulling down the sheet. Are you going to make me
jerk off again tonight, Carolyn?"

     "Why  don't you come over and do it here - or let me  do  it
for  you?  I  want your cock, Alan," Carolyn  breathed  into  the
phone.

     "Damn it! We've been through all that, Carolyn. I can't give
you what you want, so don't ask me for just part of it."

     "Don't you like my pussy?"

     "Hell,  I love it!" the man replied. "I just can't get  used
to  sharing it with anybody else, and you won't be tied down.  So
that doesn't leave us very much hope, does it?"

     "I've been dreaming about your big dick," she said, ignoring
his  allusions to her refusal to stop seeing other men  while  she
dated him.

     "Carolyn! I can't take this!"

     "Then come over and stick it in my cunt and my mouth. I want
to eat your cock, Alan!"

     The line was silent.

     "Alan, I have two of my fingers in my pussy and its  getting
so wet! Please come and fuck me!"

     There was a deep sigh on the other end of the phone and then
Alan cleared his throat.

     "I  can't do it," he told her. "I'm sorry, Carolyn.  I  just
can't take the roller-coaster ride!"

     Carolyn swore under her breath as she hung up the phone  and
opened  the  drawer of her nightstand. Inside was a  girl's  best
friend  -  her vibrator with a tube of  flavored  lubricant.  She
turned it on and pressed it to her clitoris. With the other hand,
she picked up the phone and dialed again.

     Connie's voice was barely audible.

     "This  is  Carolyn. I'm sorry I woke you up, Connie,  but  I
just had to talk to you."

     "Carolyn?" The woman on the other end was instantly awake.

     "It's  all right. I was just sleeping. Is  anything  wrong?"
Connie asked.

     "I  guess not. It's just ...  ever since I was with you  and
Don,  I keep waking up in the middle of the night. It's  sort  of
weird."

     "Guilty conscience?" Connie asked.

     "You've  got  to be kidding! Just the opposite.  I  know  we
don't  know  each  other all that well, but you  and  Don  really
turned me on, Connie. I don't know what to do about it."

     Connie  chuckled softly and Carolyn could hear her  stirring
in the bedclothes.

     "I  have  to go to work in the morning, or I  would  suggest
getting together right now. I usually don't go one on one with  a
woman,  but  there are always exceptions to every  rule,"  Connie
told her.

     "That would be great," Carolyn sighed. "I'm like that,  too,
but it was different with you. I don't know why it's affected  me
like this, but it has."

     "Maybe it was Don. He has that kind of effect on people. How
long have you known him?" Connie asked.

     "We  work  together. Actually, we never dated  before.  Last
night was sort of an experiment, I guess. Wow!"

     "Maybe  we  can do it again sometime," Connie  murmured  and
yawned into the phone.

     "Do you mean that?"

     "Sure,"  Connie  answered  and yawned once  more.  "Call  me
tomorrow."

     Carolyn  said  goodbye and hung up the  phone,  running  the
humming  vibrator over her clitoris until she felt  the  familiar
rush  of her orgasm building. Closing her eyes, she  concentrated
on the memory of Connie's fleshy thighs against her cheek and the
taste  of her pussy as wave after  wave on sensation washed  over
her. The two of them, she knew, had only scratched the tip of the
iceberg of passion!


     Don rolled over and put his arms around the ample body  next
to him, his cock lying along the deep crease of her buttocks.  He
felt  her  behind pressing back against him as he  caressed  her
breast.

     "Who was that?" he asked as she hung up the phone.

     "A friend of yours."

     "Carolyn?"

     "Uh huh."

     Don was silent.

     "Well?" she asked.

     "Well what?"

     "Aren't you going to ask what she wanted?"

     His hand went down to the hairy flesh between her thighs.

     "I  know what she wants. The question is - is she  going  to
get it?"

     "I  don't know," Connie answered quietly. "She's  different,
isn't she?"

     "Different?"

     "You know, it's like she... never mind."

     "You like her, don't you?"

     "She was nice."

     Connie  was cut off by a probing finger that suddenly  found
her clitoris. She twisted around and kissed the man next to her.

     "Did we turn you on?" she asked with a husky voice.

     "You know it! I think she loves your ass almost as much as I
do."
     She  felt his other hand slip down between her buttocks  and
probed  the tender flesh of her behind. It was a  relatively  new
area of eroticism that he had found for her and she wondered what
new treat would be in store this morning. The answer came quickly
as  he  turned her on her stomach and spread her legs.  While  he
probed  her cunt as deeply as his fingers could reach,  she  felt
his  tongue at the base of her spine beginning its  slow  journey
down to the twitching flesh of her pussy.

     She  moaned  in ecstasy as he tickled her asshole  with  the
tip of his tongue and then ran it down to the opening of her  wet
cunt.  Spreading the lips with his fingers, he tongue-fucked  her
for a few moments and then went back to tickling her behind. This
time,  one finger probed inside her ass as he continued  to  kiss
the broad, sensitive globes of her behind.

     "Please  be  careful, Don," she murmured. "I don't  like  it
when it hurts."

     Without removing his finger, he rose and kissed her  deeply.
She  could taste her pussy on his lips and was vaguely aware that
the sensation around her asshole had become more acute - and more
pleasurable as the kiss went on. Then he withdrew and his tongue
ran from the base of her neck all the way down her spine to where
his fingers continued to excite her most secret pleasure centers.

     She  gave herself up to the pleasure he was giving and  felt
her ass stretched wider and wider as he worked more fingers  into
the tender hole. Unlike previous occasions, the feeling was  not
one  of pain, but of gradual pleasure of a kind she never  before
felt.  She let him open her legs as widely as she could and  when
he  knelt  between  them, she knew what  would  happen  next  and
involuntarily  flinched  as the head of his  cock  pushed  firmly
against the excited ring of her anus. His fingers pulled her full
cheeks apart as he pressed slowly and gently forward. Before  she
knew  it, she felt herself filling up with his cock in a way  she
had  never  before known, and she felt the muscles  of  her  anus
relaxing to admit the slippery cock that was now sliding back and
forth.

     "Stick your finger up your pussy," he told her.

     She did and felt the odd sensation of his cock moving on the
other  side of the thin wall of tissue. The thought  excited  her
further and she moved her ass back and forth, trying to  increase
the sensations inside her.

     "Do you like it?" he whispered.

     "Oh,  Don!  I was so afraid you were going to  hurt  me.  It
feels so good, though."

     Indeed, she felt as if she was stretched open to her utmost,
and  each time he thrust his cock into her, she answered  with  a
thrust of her ass. Men had always liked her ass, it seemed. This,
though,  was  the  ultimate in fanny-worship,  she  thought,  and
arched  her  back  as Don's movements began to tell  her  he  was
starting to come. The motion excited her too, and she rubbed  her
clitoris harder and harder as Don continued to fuck her  asshole,
moaning and pumping his come into her.

     When  they  were finished they held each other  for  a  long
while  without talking. His lips were near her ear and  she  felt
his  breath  against the tender part of her neck.  They  showered
together and looked at the clock. It was nearly time for them  to
leave for work. Don dressed and went to the door.

     "Dinner?" he asked just before he opened it.

     Connie looked up at him.

     "Like a date?"

     "Six-thirty. See you."

     He  was gone and she stood looking at the closed door.  When
she was twenty, she had given herself body and soul to a man  ten
years  older,  and when the bubble burst, she  had  been  totally
devastated.  He turned out to be quite married with no desire  to
change  things; the two of them had an absolutely stupendous  sex
life, and  would stay awake long into the night talking after the
strength  had drained from them. Connie had been ready  to  leave
everything  for him, but he wanted no part of a  permanent  rela-
tionship.

     It  had been Carlie who had brought her back to the land  of
the  living  by insisting she find a new  lover  immediately  and
forget about moonlight and roses. Together, the two women went to
Mexico  for a weekend to spend among the gigolos until they  were
both  fully  satiated.  At one point, they ran out  of  men,  and
Carlie  jokingly suggested they improvise with one another.  When
Connie  jokingly agreed, Carlie produced a vibrator and  jokingly
began  using  it on herself. By the time they were  done  joking,
they had jokingly eaten one another and used up the batteries  in
the  vibrator.  Connie, somewhere along the line,  confessed  her
affair  with  Cathy and Carlie confessed more  affairs  than  she
could remember.

     When they returned from their trip, Connie invited her lover
to a motel for a threesome with her aunt. The two women  stripped
him  and  tied him to the bed, one eating him while  he  ate  the
other. They made him come repeatedly until his chest and  stomach
was  covered  with sperm. Then they dressed and  left  him,  tied
spread-eagle  on  the bed. Just before they  walked  out,  Connie
called  his wife and told her where to find her husband. She  was
never proud of herself for doing it, but she felt it restored her
self-respect.  If  he had been honest, she knew, she  would  have
never been so hurt. Carlie laughed for three weeks.

     Ever  since then, she had kept sex in perspective  and  took
care not to confuse a good lay with moonlight and roses. Don  had
fallen  into  the  first category  but,  Connie's  defenses  were
falling slowly but surely. As much as she wanted to regard him as
nothing  more than a hot night between the sheets, she  sensed  a
special  chemistry  that raised danger signals. But  she  ignored
them  and continued increasing her involvement with him.  Neither
of  them  asked anything of the other, but Connie  was  ready  to
restrict her love life to him and him alone, were he to ask. But,
she knew, he would never ask - and she was happier for it.  There
were still a thousand Carolyns in the world and as many Raymonds,
Phillips and, perhaps, even one or two more Dons.


     Carolyn  stepped from the shower and rubbed herself  briskly
with  a large towel. She loved the feeling of the  soft  material
brushing  over her skin and continued rubbing long after she  was
dry. Her breasts tingled with the excitement of the towel and her
nipples  stood  erect and sensitive. She licked her  fingers  and
teased one while she continued to towel her crotch with the other
hand.

     Damn Alan, she swore to herself.

     She had dated him for almost a year, and the two of them had
experienced  a complete panacea of pleasure together.  Eventually,
though, he had become serious and possessive, constantly  talking
about  getting  married and settling down. She was not  ready  for
that,  and knew that a marriage would end in disaster.  He  would
not listen, though, and finally broke off their relationship. She
closed  her eyes and remembered one of their last times  together
as the towel slipped away and she continued rubbing her clitoris.

     He  had  tied  her to the bed that night,  and  tickled  her
continuously with a long feather. AT first it had tickled  only a
bit,  but then the sensation began to build. He had not  let  up,
but  continued  to run the long feather over her  most  sensitive
parts as she squealed and twisted on the bed. When she was almost
ready to explode, he stopped and climbed up on the bed to  thrust
his  cock into her mouth. As she sucked him, he reached back  and
continued  rubbing  the feather up the inside of her  thighs  and
across her inflamed pussy.

     She  came  as he was flooding her mouth with come,  and  she
kept  on  coming  as  he dropped the  feather  and  fingered  her
sensitive  pussy. He knew just how to make her come,  all  right.
She  remembered  the  feel of his lips on  her  clitoris  as  she
concentrated  on her growing orgasm. Looking down at her  crotch,
she  imagined  his head their, but the picture became  the  light
blonde  hair  and the mouth became Connie's as Carolyn  began  to
come.

     She  went to her bedroom and sat on the edge of her  bed  to
slip  on her pantyhose. She would probably be seeing  Don  today,
and  she  wondered how he would react to her after the night  the
three  of  them spent together. She also wondered  how  he  would
react if he knew she planned to meet Connie on her own. She had a
feeling he would not care. It was Don, she knew, who had set  her
up  to see Connie watching them. She smiled as she pulled a  soft
sweater  over her braless tits and wondered if Don was as bi-  as
his women. She suspected that perhaps he was and a plan began  to
form in the back of her mind.

     When she got to work, she dialed Connie's number and made  a
date  to meet her for lunch. At mid-morning, she bumped into  Don
as she went to get coffee.

     "Hello,"  she said saucily. "I enjoyed our date last  night.
You know how to treat a girl to a different evening!"

     Don smiled and looked around to make sure no one else was in
earshot.

     "The pleasure was all mine," he told her.

     "I wouldn't bet on it!" she laughed.

     He laughed.

     "Connie  enjoyed meeting you," he said. "Maybe we should  do
it again sometime."

     "Count on it!" she told him and went back to her office.

     She met Connie at lunch and after some small talk, she  told
her  what she was planning. Connie listened intently  as  Carolyn
talked.

     "I  thought you were just interested in the two of us,"  she
said  at  last.  "I  didn't realize  you  were  interested  in  a
foursome."

     Carolyn  looked  down at the tabletop and then  directly  at
Connie.

     "That  hasn't changed," she told her. "I still want it  with
you one on one. How about you?"

     "I'd  like that, I think," Connie replied softly.  "And  the
other sounds good too. I'd like to see Don in action with another
guy and see how he likes..."

     "Oh  my!"  Carolyn teased. "Don't tell me  that  rascal  has
gotten to your backdoor!"

     Connie  blushed and looked away. Carolyn reached out and  put
her hand on the other woman's arm.

     "I  didn't  mean anything, Connie. I mean, I've  done  it  a
couple  of times, too. It just hurts too much for me to  enjoy  a
whole lot, and Don's so big!"

     "He's  not so bad," Connie told her with a shy  smile.  "But
it's not something I'd like for a steady diet."

     "Are you busy tonight?" Carolyn asked.

     "Actually,  I am. Don's taking me to dinner. Believe  it  or
not,  it's  our  first  date. But maybe  we  could  get  together
tomorrow or the next evening."

     "Tomorrow,  then.  Come to my place after work  for  dinner.
Bring your toothbrush, if you want," Carolyn added coyly.

     "All right," Connie agreed, her breath beginning to  shorten
for  some  reason.  The  pact  the  two  women  were  making  was
surprisingly  exciting  for  her, as she could  see  it  was  for
Carolyn.
     "I feel like a schoolgirl," she laughed, trying to break the
tension building in her.

     Carolyn grinned.

     "I need another drink," she said. "You do strange things  to
me."

     Now it was Connie's turn to laugh.

     "Tomorrow night we'll see what strange things happen!"

     "It's going to be like forever. Especially with you and  Don
together  tonight."

     "Please,  Carolyn.  Don't be the jealous type  -  especially
about men. I don't think I'm ready for that."

     "Who me? Not a chance. I'm just thinking that you'll be  get-
ting a good shot of what I want while all I'll have is my  trusty
vibrator and the TV Guide! If you need company, Honey, give me  a
call!" Carolyn assured her.

     Carolyn smiled.

     "Don't  wait up," she told the other woman. "Believe  it  or
not, this is going to be our first date and I have a feeling it's
going to be a good one."

     Carolyn  nodded sagely. She wondered if perhaps Allen  might
change  his mind for one night. She did not relish  spending  the
evening  alone with visions of Don and Connie going  through  her
mind.

     "Tomorrow,  then,"  she confirmed. "See you  about  six,  if
that's all right."

     Connie smiled.

     "I wouldn't miss it for the world," she promised.

     Allen proved to be more steadfast than Carolyn suspected  he
could be, and she began to suspect he had other interests to keep
him  on  the  straight and narrow.  She  considered  going  to  a
singles place to see if she could get lucky, but decided  against
it.  At  the last moment, she dressed and went to  a  movie  that
advertised  two  "Thumbs  Up" from Siskel and  Ebert.  It  was  a
mystery thriller and she enjoyed it thoroughly. It was not  until
she  had left the theater on her way home that she  realized  she
had  not thought of Connie for hours. In bed, however, the  light
haired woman captured her thoughts as her fingers brought her  to
shivering  climaxes  before sleep and she  slept  soundly  until
morning.

     Connie rushed home to shower and change before Don  arrived.
She  hated  to admit it, but she was as nervous as she  had  been
before her first date in high school. Of course, that evening had
been a movie and an ice cream on the way home. The big event  was
a  kiss  in front of her door. With Don, she  wondered  where  it
would  lead! All she knew was that she was terribly  excited  and
could not wait to see him.

     Don  arrived promptly and kissed her lightly as  he  ushered
her to his car. He would not tell her where they were going,  but
headed out of the city and up the coast. When he pulled into  the
long  drive that wound up to the Castle Amboy, Connie  turned  to
him in shock. The Castle Amboy was notoriously expensive, had its
own airstrip and catered to a very exclusive clientele. In  fact,
she  had never met anyone who had actually stayed there, and  she
could  barely remember talking to anyone who had even had  dinner
in one of its fabled "dinner suites".

     "This is too expensive!" she protested.

     "Don't you think you're worth it?" Don laughed.

     "That's  not the point. You don't have to do this for me.  I
mean, you're sweet, but this is just..."

     Don laughed as she stumbled with the words.

     "Do you feel Caribbean tonight?" he asked.

     Connie shrugged and shook her head. Obviously, Don had  gone
to some trouble to set this up for her. A parking valet took  his
car  and a middle-aged man escorted them to their private  dinner
suite. Connie was not prepared for what she encountered.

     Passing  through  what seemed to be a  standard  hotel  room
door, they entered a luscious suite that overlooked the ocean. In
the  center  of  the room was a steaming hot  tub  surrounded  by
overstuffed  pads  and  thick chenille wraps.  Large  palm  trees
framed a long table holding a lush assortment of appetizers. Soft
reggae music accentuated the panorama of the sun setting into the
ocean. Connie stood overwhelmed for a moment.

     "It's beautiful!" she whispered to Don.

     "Join me in some good clean fun?" he indicated the  steaming
hot  tub and flipped a switch. Immediately the tub  frothed  with
turbulence as jets of air surged through it.

     They had just settled into the hot water when a panel Connie
had  not  noticed opened and a tall black girl entered.  She  was
wearing  a bright sarong affair which was so diaphanous that,  at
second glance, Connie could see she wore nothing beneath it.  Her
halter  was made of the same material and her small, hard  breasts
peeked through impudently. She carried two fruit-laden drinks.

     "Island punch," she announced in a quiet voice.

     As  she  knelt beside the hot tub, Connie caught  the  light
scent  of  her perfumed body, as well as a tinge of  -  something
else,  very faint but most definitely there. Connie  looked  into
the  girls  deep brown eyes and caught a  glimpse  of  amusement.
Under  the frothing water, Don's foot slipped between her  thighs
and teased her as she brought the frosty drink to her lips.

     "My  name is Tasulla, and I am from the island of  Tatu,  in
the Grenadines," the girl said in sing-song island accent. "I  am
to serve you tonight, and I will be helped by Panna. If you  want
anything  at all, simply call for either of us. We will never  be
that far away. And now, enjoy your drinks. When you hear my bell,
it  means I will be coming in in a few moments. I will  tell  you
when dinner is almost ready."

     As she stood up to leave, Connie saw her silhouetted against
the  evening  sky.  Her buttocks were firm and  round  under  the
sarong,  and  as she stepped away with a long,  sensual  sort  of
movement, Connie saw the shadowy trace of her curly bush. Nor was
the  girl's lush sensuality wasted on Don, she noted.  Under  the
water, the foot slowly rubbed her cunt as they watched the  round
globes of Tasulla's behind disappear through the panel.

     "I thought you would appreciate this place," Done told her.

     "It  must  cost a fortune! How did you ever find  out  about
it?"

     He shrugged.

     "Business,"   he   told  her.  "It's  a   rather   exclusive
organization,  but  it's  world-wide and  caters  to  a  corporate
budget. There are various degrees of service, of course, but  the
theme is always on elegance. It's your kind of place! How do  you
like the help?"

     "I'm waiting to see Panna," she grinned. "I assume he's  the
male counterpart of that beautiful creature."

     "You'll soon find out," Don told her and slid around the hot
tub to sit beside her.

     Under  the  water, she found his soft cock and  squeezed  it
slowly  before  she found his balls floating loosely in  the  hot
water.  Without warning, he took her face between his  hands  and
kissed  her  deeply. Then he held her close to him and  they  sat
quietly  with  their  arms  around  one  another  as  the   water
bubbled frantically.

     "Oh Don!" she whispered. "I don't want to love you!"

     "It's  all right, Connie," he told her. "You know I'm  crazy
about you. We'll work it all out. We're the same kind of  people.
It's going to be wonderful."

     She buried her face in his neck and felt his arms around her
tighten.  She  no longer felt like the big horse of a  woman  she
always  thought herself to be. Instead, she felt small,  delicate
and  protected  in his arms. They stood in the steaming  tub  and
kissed  again. This time, her hands ran down over his behind  and
then  up to clasp the back of his neck. His penis was  no  longer
soft but pressed against her belly as they stood.

     "You make me feel so good!" she murmured. She wanted to  say
more, much more, but she was afraid to spoil the moment.

     She did not have to, for his hands running over her back and
holding  her waist talked for him. They really knew  very  little
about one another, but the feeling was there, all right. She  was
too  street-wise to hope it would last forever, but she  knew  it
was much more than a fast lay!

     Don's hands moved further and soon he was cupping her  large
buttocks, pulling her close to him  as he continued kissing  her.
Connie liked to have him play with her behind because she knew he
really appreciated the smooth, round globes of her ass. His penis
continued  pressing against her belly and she slid her  own  hand
down to finger its probing tip.

     A tiny bell rang somewhere.

     "Oh damn!" Connie swore. "I've never fucked in a hot tub!"

     Don laughed and pulled her down into the water, causing  her
to  straddle  him. She squealed in surprise as his  cock  pressed
against  her pussy, and she shifted her weight to let  him  enter
her.

     "Tasulla  is  going to catch us!" she giggled and  felt  his
cock sliding along the tight walls of her cunt.

     "Would  you  like another drink?" Tasulla said  from  behind
them, causing Connie to freeze momentarily.

     "Not  right  now," Don replied. "We're working  on  our  own
recipe."

     The  island girl giggled as Connie rotated her hips  on  his
cock. Don raised himself trying to thrust into her and lifted her
ass almost clear of the water. She knew the girl could easily see
his  cock  going  into her and blushed  when  she  realized  that
Tasulla showed no inclination to leave them.

     Instead,  she  felt strong hands massaging the back  of  her
neck and realized Tasulla was in the hot tub with them. The hands
felt  good, as did Tasulla's muscular body pressing her flank  as
she felt Don going deeper and deeper into her. In the water,  she
felt almost weightless. Tasulla's hands were rubbing her back and
slipping under her arms to lightly cup her full tits.

     "Such a pretty lady and such a big man," the girl crooned as
she fondled Connie's tits and tweaked her nipples.

     "Oh God!" Connie moaned as her orgasm began to come.

     Don was already moving in short spasms that told her he  was
shooting deep inside her and she buried her face in his neck  as
she  came. Tasulla laughed softly and slipped her hand under  the
water to caress Connie's pussy.




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