Four for Three: Friendly FFM Ménage Tales

Four for Three:

Four Friendly FFM Ménage Tales

Four for Three: Four Friendly FFM Ménage Tales

Copyright © 2017 by Stillpoint Digital Press (stillpointdigital.com)

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, places or events is purely coincidental. All sexual encounters in this work occur between — and among — consenting adults aged 18 and above.

Warning: This work contains explicit descriptions of fictional sexual activity provided for the reader's enjoyment. It is not intended as sexual or medical advice. Readers should educate themselves and take all proper precautions (including condoms) before engaging in any acts depicted herein.

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Table of Contents

1 - On the Table

2 - The Visitor Has Company

3 - Handmaiden

4 - Juliet Takes Charge

Author's Note

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Preview: By the Numbers

About K.D. West

Four for Three

On the Table

Suzie still can’t quite wrap her mind around it.

Not that Alice burst out of a cake wearing nothing but an outfit of linked wine corks. No — Suzie spent weeks helping her put the crazy thing together so that it would be titillating without being obscene as her friend stood there, undulating unselfconsciously while singing a breathy rendition of Happy Birthday, chocolate frosting smeared across her alabaster skin. Not the reaction of the birthday boy — Danny was rendered properly speechless — nor the reactions of their friends: Luz aghast and Jamie red-faced, Bill laughing wildly, Heather Snow trying to keep scowling though her lips kept twitching up, Chris snapping pictures like crazy, and — most interestingly — wild-boy Bennet hiding his face in Sarah’s neck while conservative Sarah stared up at the cork-and-frosting-covered Alice, her mouth wide open.

No, all of this was just what Suzie had hoped would happen. The party teetered on more and more giddily over the last couple of hours, as everyone — even Luz and Jamie, who showed up in a sleep-deprived haze — had a wonderful, whiskey-fueled blow-out like they hadn’t had in years. Alice blithely kept her wildly risqué yet remarkably unrevealing costume on, serving as a constant source of diversion, and all the girls took turns dancing atop the dining room table with an increasingly sweaty, increasingly shadow-free Danny, until at last Jamie couldn’t take it any more, leapt up and lead Danny in a spirited polka that nearly collapsed the table. Danny hadn’t even complained that Jamie insisted on leading.

No, he won’t forget this combined birthday party and stag bash any time soon.

But it’s what happened after. That is what is keeping Suzie’s eyes wide — though the snoring isn’t helping.

As the party wound down — as people began to stumble off — Suzie snagged her lover for herself, dancing slowly (on the floor) to one of those warbly old swing tunes that her mom used to love. She felt his breath against her cheek, all but smelt the desire radiating from him, and it took the little bit of restraint that no one ever believes Suzie actually has not to rip his clothes off and jump him even as the stragglers said their goodbyes.

Bennet and Sarah finally tottered to the door, smirking at her and Danny in so lascivious a manner as to make it very clear that they knew just what she and Danny would do right there in the entry hall as soon as the door slammed shut behind them.

’Night, Bennet. ’Night, Sarah, Danny mumbled even as his fingers traced the most amazing patterns down the back of her dress, across her ass.

Ga’night, luggy berfday boy, you! Bennet slurred as Sarah tugged her boyfriend out of the door and giggled. She’d been giggling at Suzie kissing Danny for years — let her giggle all she wanted. As long as she did it somewhere else.

The door finally thudded shut behind them, and Suzie gave a shudder as Danny’s other hand, holding his fresh scotch on the rocks, slid down and joined the first and he pulled her up and against him, her feet leaving the ground. She threw her legs around his waist. Fuck cleaning up.

Happy birthday, sweetie, Suzie moaned into his neck. You going to unwrap your last present… mmmmm…. right here?

Don’t think I can stand to make it back to the bedroom, grunted Danny around nibbles on the top of her ear. Over the back of the — He hissed as she bit his neck and ground her crotch against him. — of the couch, yeah. He walked her over towards the sitting room, his erection stiffening as she bounced against it.

When they’d reached the couch, she slid down and stepped back, reveling in the sight of Danny’s utter arousal. He put down his drink and grinned at her wolfishly as she walked around the back of the settee, swaying her hipless hips at him and slowly lifting the hem of her dress over her butt.

He was stalking her, his hands on his fly, when another thud announced the departure of one last party-goer from the bathroom. Danny looked as if he had just been kicked in the crotch; Suzie didn’t blame him — she wanted him inside of her now. Whichever of their stupid friends had managed to miss all of the not-so-subtle signals that she and Danny were sending out, Suzie was sure that a punch in the nose and a quick shove through the door wouldn’t do too much damage.

Hullo, Danny. Hello, Suzie, Alice said as she glided into the room. She was still dressed in her cork negligee. Negligent. That was just the word for Alice.

Uh, everyone’s gone, Suzie managed to say, forcing her fingers to release the hem of her dress so that it once again covered her butt, which was far from pleased at being shut away so soon.

Oh, said Alice. She sidled over to the couch and sat.

Danny pleaded with Suzie wordlessly; he was biting his cheeks so hard that Suzie wouldn’t have been surprised to learn that he had drawn blood.

Suzie looked down at her oldest, best, weirdest friend and had to stifle the urge to throttle her. Alice, she said, pretending to yawn, we’re headed up to sleep.

Really? Alice said, eyes wider even than normal. You don’t look at all sleepy, either of you. You look as if you’re about to fuck. Don’t let me stop you. You can go upstairs. Or I can go upstairs. Or I could just stay here, if you wouldn’t mind. I think that would be quite lovely.

Suzie was about to snap back that Alice could just fucking leave when she glanced at Danny. He was slack-jawed, staring at Alice. At the crotch of Alice. Who was sitting there, taking a sip from Danny's scotch while her long legs spread wide, bouncing one knee obliviously against the cushions on the back of the couch. Negligent.

Of course, it only occurred to Suzie then that the one direction into Alice’s outfit that they hadn’t thought to worry about had been the view from below. And Alice, of course, never wore underwear. Quite an oversight.

And it was at that moment that Suzie had the idea. It was her idea — that is the thing she can’t quite come to grips with. She was the one to make this happen.

She teetered slightly as she leaned down to her friend and kissed her on the lips, which were cool from the ice in Danny's drink.

When they broke apart after a moment, Alice said, Well, that was very nice. It’s been a long time since we did that.

Ignoring the incoherent gibbering from Danny, Suzie asked, You feeling lonely tonight, A?

Her friend’s usually smooth brow creased. Yes, as a matter of fact, Suzie, I am.

Then, Alice, sweetie, Suzie said, astonishing herself, I don’t think you need to stay down here. Or watch. Join us. Was it the alcohol that had her heart racing?

Alice gazed at her for fifteen or twenty seconds before saying, That sounds quite lovely. But I don’t know that Danny would necessarily agree.

Suzie looked at her lover, his face a battlefield of lust and shock. Danny blinked twice and mumbled, Kissed her? You—?

You know we did, Danny, Suzie muttered. She knew he knew — knew that it had turned that secretly perverted brain of his to goo. Well, no one else seemed to want to do it, so we took care of it ourselves. Remember that strap-on? I would pretend that she was you and she would pretend that I was Jamie.

Danny blinked.

Actually, Danny, Alice said, knee still bouncing, fingers dancing mindlessly along the insides of her thighs, she would pretend that I was you. Sometimes I pretended that she was Jamie or Bill. And sometimes I pretended that she was you, since she made fucking you sound so lovely. And sometimes I pretended that she was herself. Which was rather more confuffling than it sounds.

I bet was as much as the poor boy could manage. Suzie sympathized. She had spent a lifetime puzzling out Alice’s statements, and understood her as well as anyone, and even she was thoroughly confused as often as not. And that was under normal circumstances. Bringing her pixilated friend into their bed would not constitute normal circumstances.

Danny, Suzie said, her hand finding Alice’s cheek, what do you think of this as your last birthday present?

Danny’s mouth flopped open and closed. His face took on that serious-fucking-Danny-face that let her know that he was going to do something stupid again. Suzie. You don’t really want this.

Danny, she said. But she knew him well enough to know that appealing to his reason — even when he was drunk and horny — would never get him past the do-the-right-thing thing. So she leaned over the couch and kissed Alice once again.

She anticipated Danny’s response: a sharp intake of breath and a quiet groan. What surprised her was the way that Alice reacted. Her normally diffuse friend answered Suzie’s kiss with a ferocity that Suzie would never have guessed her capable of. Alice’s mouth searched hers hungrily, her long, thin fingers danced over the same territory that Danny had been exploring so recently — the sides of Suzie’s breasts, her back, her butt — and Suzie found herself melting into that same state of arousal that Alice had doused just moments before. Those insistent, scintillating fingers pulled Suzie forward into the kiss until she was on tiptoe; they gathered the silk of her dress, exposing her now very pleased ass.

Another, more familiar set of fingers ran up the backs of Suzie’s thighs, over her ass, meeting the first bunch. Together, four hands began yanking Suzie’s panties down.

Danny had clearly gotten the message.

Cool air met the warmth of her sex, but only for a moment. Lips met her lips, Danny’s ever-loving tongue warming her again, and Suzie groaned, only to find Alice’s tongue in her mouth dampening the sound, but stoking the fire.

If there had been an image in Suzie’s head when she had first kissed Alice it had been of pleasing them: of giving Danny a birthday present unlike any he had ever received, of giving lovely, lonely Alice some of the contact and pleasure she so clearly longed for. It hadn’t looked anything like this.

Suzie’s legs were getting wobbly, and so she was forced to rest her weight on the arms that she had thrown around Alice’s shoulders. Alice didn’t seem to mind. Her hands performed a thorough, spiraling examination of Suzie’s breasts and danced along her belly, which quivered at the overwhelming combination of sensations. When they reached the exposed flesh just below her navel, Suzie gasped and then whined as Danny’s marvelous mouth disengaged at the very moment when she felt the first flutters of orgasm beginning to gather. No need to whine, though. First one and then two long Alice fingers found the spot that Danny’s tongue had been flicking, and pleasure once again begin to mount.

Mount.

Danny is not extraordinarily long — he’s always been very quick to tell her that, though she has never been much cared about it one way or the other. But Jesus, he is wonderfully thick and just right for her, and the nerve endings in Suzie’s cunt exploded when he pressed slowly, deliberately into her from behind, spreading her. Filling her. Mounting her. Pressing her pelvis against Alice’s whirring fingers. What was she doing with those…? Pleasure pulsed from Suzie’s core, the waves of heat of Danny’s thrusts coursed through her and Suzie felt her middle bloom and sound poured out and Alice swallowed all her screams and Danny howled behind her, liquid fire exuding up into her. Ready now.

Suzie’s legs gave way and she pitched onto Alice’s shoulder. Her hips slipped forward, leaving Danny behind, and one or both of them wailed, and she fell.

She found herself gazing up from Alice’s lap, starred vision clearing. Jesus.

You’ve got frosting on your chin, Alice said, leaning down to lick it away.

Didn’t hurt your fingers?

Oh, no, her friend replied, raising and wriggling the two digits in an indistinct, obscene salute before