The Triangle - Part 2 · page 2 of 2

;s grip and sending a wild bending stream of her fluids against herself and again over Liz’s hand. Moira instinctively ran her hand up Sydney’s leg and along the flow of her release when Sydney strained one last time sending a thick emission of sperm from the tip of her cock down its length into the intermingled fingers of Liz and Moira.

“Oh….. oh,” Sydney shuttered out from her spasms, her rigid body consumed by Liz’s erotic embrace as the jolt of her orgasm dissipated for all of us to watch.

Sydney was completely spent and could do nothing but fall down beside Moira, her body limp with release of her intense orgasm. Liz followed her down, her sexy curves blending with the feminine mass of bodies, kissing Sydney on the cheek and then Moira on the lips before running her tongue over a large glop of sperm, lapping it into her mouth and then rising up and dribbling it with a slow discharge into Moira’s mouth, giggling as she saw Moira swallow the sticky nectar with a gulp of sensual satisfaction.

All I could do was struggle to sit on the edge of the bath beside the pile of women, each of whose breathing was only now returning to a normal pace.

“I’m going to die now,” Sydney offered up first as she let her head lay back on the deck of the pool between Liz and Moira, her once hard cock now growing flaccid against her stomach.

“I don’t know if die is the right word,” Moira giggled out as she turned to me and then to Sydney and Liz.

“I get to have the next sperm shower,” Liz laughed out with a sexy growl as she leaned against her arm, laying on her side looking at the group and then to me.

“I am toast,” I finally mustered out, watching the three women uncoil and feeling the nudge of complete exhaustion consume my body. “Come sleep with me Lizzy,” I said as I rose up, grabbing a towel as I lowered myself down to the bathroom floor and tried to make my legs take my full weight.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Liz said softly as she watched me disappear from the dim lights of the bath into the dark opening of the hall.

After brushing my teeth and laying back on the big bed, I could hear the faint giggles coming from the “fuck Mahal” as I could see the glow of the Vegas Strip in the large mirror beside the bed which reflected the large window of the suite bedroom on the other side of the bed. The candle beside the bed, which I thought must have been lit by the night attendant, gave the room a soft glow, only barely dissolving the darkness of the room.

I had just nodded off when I felt Liz get into the bed, her naked body warm as she snuggled up to my side and put her arm over my chest. “Are you asleep,” she said quietly as she put her leg over mine.

“Was just about there,” I said in the monotone of my exhaustion.

“Sydney was freaked out a little,” Liz said a few moments later.

“Why? ” I replied after a pause.

“Its ok,” she just doesn’t understand us….. I mean the three of us,” she said, thumping her fingers lightly on my skin. “She just didn’t understand when you asked me to sleep with you after you made love to Moira,” Liz explained in her quiet direct voice.

“I just thought she would want to sleep with Moira,” I replied, not really thinking.

“I know, I told her that………she just thought you were mad,” Liz explained. “Its ok, really,” Liz added sensing my confusion. “Anyway,” Liz giggle out after a few moments, “she just said you were a fire hose. ”

“Oh stop it Lizzy,” I said playfully, coming back from my hazy confusion as she ran her hand down under the sheets and over my soft cock, knowing she was not completely satisfied herself.

“Are you all done for the night,” she retorted in a sensual voice. “Maybe I need to get you that little blue pill old man,” she added, giggling, as she ran her hand between my flaccid member and my leg, gripping it with a little wiggle trying to shake it back to life. “Am I going to have to play all alone,” she finally said, feeling me not responding immediately and now trying the pity route.

“You are going to kill me,” I said into the air above us in a quiet tone of surrender.

“Put your arm around me,” Liz said pulling my arm over her as she turned on her side facing away from me.

I turned my body and pushed my hand down her torso and pulled her warm body against mine and held her close as I could feel her arm move over mine and then down towards her intimate skin. As I spied at the view of us in the mirror, all I could think was how amazing Liz was, how free she was, how I loved our intimacy and her warmth as I could see her rubbing herself slowly, letting her top leg swing out to give herself more room to touch herself.

“What are you thinking about Liz,” I said softly, releasing my arm and running my hand up over her contours and around her ass under the covers. “What does my Liz dream about when she touches herself,” I added with a soft sensual voice as I felt her body moving against her touches and could see her looking at us in the mirror.

“The things I like you to do to me,” she muffled out quietly into the pillow, her body now rotating more onto her stomach as she spread her legs even further, rocking on her hand.

“What do you want me to do to you tonight, Liz,” I asked in a deep quiet voice, letting my hand run along the small of her back and over her ass and back up again. “What is it that will make you remember this moment,” I added after another gentle stroke along her soft skin as I reached down over her rocking ass and then down to her wet slit, teasing the soft skin between her opening and the pucker of her anus.

“You’re going to make me squirt,” Liz responded with a gentle sensual purr, her lower body rolling against the movements of her hand as I continued to massage the soft skin occasionally teasing at the pucker.

“What would you like baby,” I said softly into her fragrant hair as I teased her intimate skin with a swirling flutter of my fingers, watching her body move in the mirror and feeling it against me.

I could feel the rising tension in Liz’s body so closely. Her breathing was increasing with the sensual rolling of her hips and I could feel my own energy rising, my once soft cock suddenly hardening as felt Liz’s sensual energy invading my body.

“Do you want to let it all out,” I said to the back of her head as I could hear her soft moaning. “Do you want me to do the nasty,” I added as I swirled my middle finger over her anus, teasing it with pressure and then retreating up the moist skin between her ass cheeks and then back down again over her tight hole, pushing a little harder. “What is my Liz thinking about right now,” I said softly as I massaged her tight hole playfully as her hips rocked and her body seemed to pulse with each advancing touch.

“I am thinking about you and Sydney,” Liz moaned out softly as I felt her finger curl slightly into her moist canal. “I want you both inside me,” she said after a few sensual moments.

“Only nasty girls like two cocks,” I said as I pushed my middle finger against her constricted hole. “Only nasty girls like it in the ass,” I said as I could feel her tensing up at my advancement. “You really do want to squirt don’t you,” I added as I could feel her muscle relenting, the tip of my finger pushing through the tightness.

“I want you both inside me because I am nasty,” Liz let out with a sensual growl, her hips rising against my penetration, urging me to go deeper. Her rocking more rhythmic

“My nasty girl likes feeling everything, doesn’t she,” I said low, kissing her shoulder as I pushed my finger deeper, nudging my knuckle against her finger through the membrane that separates her two orifices.

“Don’t stop,” Liz muffled out straining as she pushed her own finger deep into herself, her rolling hips moving quickly. “God I want you to fuck my ass,” she said after a few moments of focused motions, straining against both herself and me. “Just fuck my ass,” she said louder as I could feel the tension in her body rising faster and faster, her urgency releasing the sexual animal within her.

“Do you want to watch me fucking you in the mirror baby,” I said as I wiggled my finger which now extended its full length into her depth. “Do you want to see yourself squirt baby,” I added, my voice deliberately low, as I finger fucked her in and out, her body squirming as I could tell my dirty talking was making her crazy. “You have made me so hard thinking about fucking you,” I said, straining as I pressed my finger deep against her straining pushes. “You look so sexy baby,” I said as I saw her seeing herself in the mirror, as I let my finger withdraw from her tight hole.

Liz reached over and into her purse which sat just beside the candle on the night stand, her straining reach looked as if she would spill the entire contents of her purse. I knew she was reaching for her lube and probably the small silver metallic dildo she always carried in her purse. I always laughed at the reaction of the security people at the airport when they saw her purse in the x-ray. Liz was never embarrassed and I think enjoyed the brashness of her inattention to whatever they must have thought of her. After laying both items on the bed, Liz turned her body slightly, rotating her hips and let her top leg rise up into the air. We both instinctively moved to better see ourselves in the mirror. At about forty five degrees to the mirror we could both see Liz’s wet sex and anus as she opened her legs. With my hand I slipped my now hard cock up along her wetness, allowing its length to stand out to the front, and pushing her leg down we could see the strange juxtaposition in the mirror.

“So is that your cock,” I said laughing as we spied the sight of my cock positioned between her closed legs twitching as Liz giggled a sensual guffaw.

“Like you always say……if you had breasts,” she said stopping and I finished, “I would play with them all day,” I said as she gripped my cock jacking it off as if it were hers.

“Stop making me laugh and fuck me before I die,” Liz said to the mirror, once again spreading her long legs which glowed amber in the soft light as they parted on the white sheets.

“If you were going to die........... , I said trailing off as Liz raised her hips and with her hand positioned the head of my stiff cock at the pucker of her ass.

“I would want to die of fucking you,” she finished my sentence as she wiggled against me.

As we both watched in the mirror, Liz rubbed some lube over her hands and then down over her labia and with several fingers pushed some of her wetness and a glob of the lube down over the head of my cock, slathering it over the swollen glands which stood poised at her tight entrance. I didn’t feel a sense of urgency as I flexed my hips, pushing my cock against the tight circular muscle, holding Liz’s torso for leverage as I continued to push against her resistance. Liz ran her fingers over her intimate skin and I could feel her moan as she felt herself stretching to allow me into her. It was moan that was a mixture of pain and pleasure, the sensation she had described to me before, a feeling that she said was why there were women who did and didn’t like anal sex. Those who did not, couldn’t feel the potential of the pleasure through the initial pain, those that did found a whole new sense of erotic sensation.

In the dim light, Liz’s body glowed with her sensual being. Her bulbous breasts rested against each other as she lay on her side, her arms were tense against the white sheets, her eyes facing down as she strained against me. I didn’t want to hurt her as I watched her long legs spreading in a wide “V”, her high leg standing over the shadows of my legs behind her, her pelvis grinding against my long cock which was spreading her tight hole as I pushed against her, gripping her sexy hips as I pushed against the rocking. I could feel her muscle slowly giving way to my girth and my ultra sensitive glands pushing past her grip with a sudden rush of my own erotic pleasure.

“God you feel good,” I said softly, feeling the rush of sensations in my body.

“Push it all inside me…….. push it deep, I want you to fill me up,” Liz slurred out as my length was enveloped by her grinding movements.

“You like that baby,” I said softly as the sensation of her tightness was extreme.

I could never really tell her the pleasure she could give me when we did this, the feeling of being inside her in this way. It felt different, extreme and nasty as I pushed my length slowly into her tight ass, feeling her tight muscle encircle my length in an erotic grip of pure electric sensation as I eventually buried my entire length inside her slowly as I could feel her body ride over the initial pain of the strange violation of her body to start a slow rocking of her pelvis signaled the waves of pleasure began to consume her.

“Oh yeah, fuck me……. fuck me,” Liz breathed out as she rolled her pelvis as I began in and out motions, watching her responding in the mirror.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror and she crinkled her nose with an erotic smile as we started to seriously fuck, our body’s motions interlocked. Liz began to rub herself with one hand as she propped her body against the bed with the other, intently watching me fuck her ass as she pleasured herself. The mirror was like watching an interactive porno movie where each movement was seen and also felt in the odd circle of increasing sexual tension.

“You like watching me fuck you……. don’t you Liz……. fucking you in your tight ass,” I said in a low nasty voice as I withdrew my length slowly and then push myself into her aggressively, her lubricated muscle encircling my cock in a deathly grip of pleasure. “You like it like this baby, I know you want all of me,” I forced out into the sweaty air that now surrounded our nasty fuck.

Liz had recently taken to giving herself the dildo at the same time I fucked her ass. She had told me she loved the feeling and the double penetration took her orgasm to a different plane, the fullness, made her literally squirt, a wild surprise the first time she coated Moira in a sexy shower of her liquid emission. The big mirror next to the bed would give both Liz and I a front row seat to her own orgasmic explosion and I could see her body flexing against her desire to cum as she reached for the little metal dildo that still lay on the sheets near the pillow.

I stretched my top foot to the mirror and used it to push myself against the force of Liz as she drew the sex toy against her labia, rubbing it along her wet slit as I pumped her tight hole with my urgent fuck. Her body felt hot as I felt my sensual energy rising rapidly. My balls ached that familiar urge that I knew would send me over the edge as I watched Liz rotate the dildo to penetrate herself as my dick went in and out of her tight hole.

“Oh, Oh, slow,” Liz squealed as she pushed the tip of the dildo at her wet entry. “Slow baby,” she said a few moments later, pushing the tip of it just inside her.

Fighting my body somewhat, I slowed my motions and watched Liz push the dildo into herself, feeling the hard object against my length as she made herself comfortable with the double penetration.

“Oh god,” Liz gasped at the sight of herself. “Can you feel that baby, does it feel good to you too,” she sighed out in a low guttural voice as she started to motion the device in and out of herself at a pace matching my slow deep fuck. “God I love this,” she said as her hips seemed to buzz with the vibration of her pleasure, sending waves of pleasure arching through me.

I could feel a sudden rise of energy in Liz’s body as I watched her steadily increase the pace of her own self fuck, which I tried to match with my pace. The bed started to bob with our motions and I could hear Liz chortle out pleasure filled gasps as her orgasm raced to eclipse her body. She strained against herself as she worked herself, watching the whole scene in the mirror, the ultimate voyeur, her breathing erratic as she was being consumed by the energy of her sensual being as she watched us fuck like uncontrolled wild animals.

Each push of the dildo into her depths raked against my length through the membrane separating her intimate openings, sending waves of pleasure through each straining push as I felt the steep incline of my orgasm approaching the feverish loss of control.

“Mark….. god, Mark” she squealed in a most unrecognizable voice of erotic urgency.

Liz’s orgasm hit her like a contorting jolt, her anus contracted around me in an almost painful grip, her muscles straining involuntarily as her body rolled, expelling the dildo against the push and she released a spurt of fluid that glistened in the candle lit air, splattering the mirror with droplets of her sexy emission. She spread her legs further, rubbing herself frantically as she contracted around me again with a spasm that forced her buttocks to violently flex, sending another gusher of her fluids out into the air splattering the mirror and showering my legs with her warm release.

“Oh…. OH, OH….. , she screamed, spreading her labia and releasing a final streamed from her pink wet slit splashing the mirror again as she clenched around me.

The sight of her display sent me over the edge and I could only strain against the searing spasms that consumed my body. My release was sudden and I could see Liz’s reaction as the first jet of my hot fluids flooded her depth. We could only glare at the sight in the mirror as I again strained against her warm moist skin, our eyes locked on each other as I again released to her body, the warm creamy emission flooding my shaft and the tightness of her canal. Liz’s eyes were on fire as she pushed back against me, her rolling pelvic motions drawing my orgasm along as she watched herself taking my grunting release into her hot ass.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I grunted out as my body felt heavy watching the erotic ripple in Liz’s motion and I pushed myself to as deep as I could penetrate her, releasing an aching spasm of the last spewing release of my hot sperm into her quivering body.

I couldn’t breathe as my spasms finally subsided. We just looked at each other in the mirror through the mess that Liz had made. We were breathing hard, like two spent animals, my hard cock twitching in her tight ass, her legs spread without modesty in a exhibition of complete eroticism. Liz’s skin was moist and sexy, her body warm and energy completely spent as she fell back into my arms letting her weight fall just over me, rolling her pelvis against my still twitching member as she giggled a sensual gurgle of satisfaction.

“Don’t leave me,” she said with a sensual giggle, rolling her hips on me as she watched herself in the mirror. “You feel so warm inside me,” she added, still watching her image in the mirror as she eased her weight completely upon me, her back arched, drawing her hands up over the silhouette of her nipples twirling them playfully. “I can feel every little vein in that cock of yours,” she squeaked out, her breath falling off, watching herself as she wiggled her hips over my hard cock still extending into her depths.

“You are going to kill me,” I said as I watched her erotic squirm, like a little sexual dance as she wiggled herself repeatedly in the waning moments of our sensual exertion.

“You love it, I know,” she laughed at the sight of us both in the reflection. “And you are still hard, Love,” she said a few moments later, rising up to rest herself on her hands, still wiggling herself on my pole.

“I know he loves it……. but so do you,” Moira’s soft voice emerged from the shadows of the entrance to the bedroom beside the mirror.

“How long have you been there,” Liz shrieked out as Moira emerged from the shadow, her slender body naked as she glided the few steps towards the bed, leaning with one knee on its edge.

“Well….. how should I say it,” she laughed out at her lover. “I mean I heard you two, and I just had to have a look,” she said with a devilish grin as she let her full weight onto the foot of the bed, sitting on her bent leg and throwing her long hair over one shoulder. “Don’t stop because I am here,” she added as I felt her hand run along my leg.

“Our girl here likes watching herself,” I said with a low voice as I pushed pelvis up against Liz’s ass, pushing my cock deep in her tightness, but feeling the sensual intensity relenting to the weight of my exhaustion.

“I’d say you like to watch too,” Moira giggled out as Liz laughed a sexy chortle of agreement.

“Right now he is a cork that is keeping it all in,” Liz responded, leaning forward, impaled on what was now my softening member, sizing her self up again in the mirror as she again wiggled on me.

“Let me get you a towel,” Moira said laughing at her girlfriend as she went into the bath.

“I do like you like this,” Liz said softly, still watching her self and feeling me deflating inside her. “You are such a good one,” she added a few moments later, turning to face me in the mirror.

“I am a tired lover,” I said, throwing my arms over my head in surrender.

“Such messy lovers too,” Moira said returning with a long white bath towel. “The poor maid,” she added with a belly laugh, gesturing towards Liz’s splatter on the mirror.

“What happened to Sydney,” Liz asked as she slithered off me, wrapping the towel around herself and holding it against her rear as she disappeared into the shadows leaving the room.

“Poor girl just passed out,” Moira said to the blank darkness as she let herself down onto the big bed beside me.

“I am there too,” I said turning towards Moira, pulling the sheet up over us slightly and then pulled a pillow under my head.

Moira leaned in and kissed me and I didn’t remember anything more about that evening as I tumbled off into complete surrender to oversexed slumber. There were Liz and Moira’s quiet whispers what must have been a few minutes later and I felt Moira’s warm body curl up against me as the three of us fell into a deep sleep in the big bed with the lights of Las Vegas illuminating the ceiling through the large window.

I awoke the next day around twelve thirty. The girls had been kind enough to leave a carafe of coffee and rolls to munch on as I slowly shook off the night before. I watched CNN for a few minutes enjoying the coffee and luxury of room service before dragging myself into the shower. Sydney was apparently still sleeping. The girls had all gone off to shop saying they would meet us back at the suite at five. Liz left a scrawling message in her distinctive hand across the bottom telling me “not to have too much fun with the stewardess” which only made me smirk. I was looking out on the huge pool deck below from the window thinking about heading down there when I heard Sydney in the kitchenette behind me.

“Good morning Mark,” Sydney said quietly as she opened one cabinet after another, looking for a glass.

“Did you sleep ok,” I asked as I moved towards the kitchenette watching her holding a glass to the light to see if it was clean, her hair a complete mess, a large pink tee shirt falling over her shoulders.

“I am a mess,” she said giggling, her eyes still fuzzy from sleep, squinting in the light as she looked towards me. “And I am horny,” she added with an unusual frankness as she came around the counter to pour juice from the carafe that rested next to the tray of rolls.

I couldn’t help looking over her figure as I thought about her comment. It was very apparent she was feeling randy. She was bare foot, the dark skin of her legs disappearing into the bottom of the large tee shirt, the fabric of which was stretched by her partial erection, which she tried to push down as she poured the juice.

“Sorry,” she said embarrassedly, as she saw me looking at her arousal. “I wake up like this sometimes,” she added after a few moments, “I think I’ll go take care of things”, she added after a big gulp of juice and she headed back towards the bedroom, pausing at the door and raising the bottom of her tee shirt, showing off her erection with the kind of grin that invited me to join her.

End of Chapter 1