Archive-name: 3plus/trilla.txt
Archive-author: Sarah Beth
Archive-title: Trilla
We're at it again.
Our resident pansexual taught us something new again today. I'm
referring, of course, to Trilla, our tiny Trilla, whose hair is frayed
platinum and whose eyes shame emeralds. What a lustful little bitch she
is! She has ice cream tits and a heart-shaped mouth. Her cunt is as
open and free as the Texas sky; her clitoris is as jumpy as a crystal
freak's spinal cord; and on any day she will spread her lean legs and
fuck anything that moves. Just wink at her and she'll shove her sweet
syrupy cleft up under your nose and with it suck the very tongue out of
your head. The guys love her; she takes them one after another on her
warm soft belly, wraps her legs around their hips, and fucks them drunk
and speechless. If your fingers are cold she'll warm them in her
vagina, but watch it, because her pussy's a snapper; if she likes the
feel of them she'll nip `em off with her grinning labia and add them to
her collection. The boys line up, hardons in hand, for her blowjobs;
she's not happy without her daily sperm facial. But today, Hallie, she
turned us all upside down.
Evidently the other evening's gang-bang (group-grope, cluster-fuck,
coito-crowd, etc. pick one) brought our dear little fairy princess up
short of complete Nirvana, and she decided that if two filled holes
were good, three would be fifty percent better. Be patient Hallie.
Trilla is a volume, and I've time enough only to peruse her Index and
relate her Introduction.
We all know this blonde girl to be slightly anal. We've all kissed
her asshole at least once each, and she never refuses a knuckle's worth
of finger during her cataclysmic orgasms. She's very pretty there;
tender, quite pink, tiny, and squeaky clean. Now that I'm in my lesbian
cubhood many's the time I've nostril- nuzzled her while licking her
clit, and that puckered little rosette has never smelled of anything
but pussy-juice. Lucky, too, because the alternative would be, as they
say, "No way, Jose!"
For this occasion she fasted, believe it or not, for an entire day,
thus to present to Ray's preordained penis an empty, if not perfectly
virgin, rectum. Further, she gave herself a Massengill enema. A true
pro.
This afternoon, Sinday, post-lunch and deep into the day's
marijuana dreams, we, the eight of us, were languishing in front of the
tube ignoring some televised men's game involving the manipulation of a
ball. We were strewn about the livingroom; with nary a bra, stocking,
or shirt in sight., and the fucks were thusly: Charmaine was having her
vagina probed for climaxes by my John's astute prick. He had her
spreadeagled on the desk and was rooting around in her cunt for
whatever fun he might find. If it was there he would find it. Shay was
asquat over Kim's face while introducing Dan's glans (isn't that nice?)
to her tonsils. I could hear her squelching suction all the way across
the room where Ray was leading me up to my dozenth or thirteenth (past
ten I'm lost) climax. I was on my back and doubled up beneath him, my
ankles on his shoulders, and oh, Hallie, was my cunt happy. Chock full
of erect cock, my pussy sings chorales, wet hymns, venereal verses. The
Lay of the Laid, as it were. Yum.
(Look at the next sentence) Trilla, having come by having been gone
down upon by Shay, by God, lay a-rest and refreshing in the light of
the sunward window. Her yet stiff nipples and her pubescent snatch were
lovely in the yellow beam.
Of a sudden, though, she stood, came to us fuckees, Charmaine and
myself, and relieved us of our respective and huffing fuckers, which
act leaving us, as it did, unfucked and preorgasmic, would have been
cruel to the Mingth, had she not replaced their penises with her
talented tongue. She sucked off Charmaine and then me, and truly, her
gifts are supreme. My pussy must have drained gallons into her mouth.
Then she gathered Kim from between Shay's thighs. Shay quickly replaced
this gaping, aching hole in her pattern with Dan's marvelous cock, and
they fucked like missionaries 'til each had won, and lost, a soul.
"Kim," she said, said Trilla, brightly grinning. "You're my base.
Be a nice person and lie down on your back." Which he did. The blonde
then straddled him. Hard, his cock arched gleaming under her cunt.
Then, to Ray: "You, my love, are my privileged back door man. Are you
oiled?" She stroked Ray's penis. It had dried a bit in the moments
between my vagina and her hand. "Kneel behind me and apply your cock to
my cunt. You will find her to be sufficiently drenched." Ray, now,
straddled Kim's upper thighs. Before him lay Trilla's twin-welled pink
feminine valley. He sank his prick into the wider of the two holes and
pumped in and out a few times. Then, withdrawn, his shaft shone.
Trilla rocked forward onto her hands placed on the carpet above
Kim's shoulders. To Kim she said "If you, sir, would be so kind as to
open me up some, we shall begin." Kim took her ass- cheeks in his hands
and pulled them gently apart.
She turned her head to the side, and to Ray, "Go ahead, Babe."
"May I watch?" I asked.
She grimaced at me. "Of course, Sarah. Do you have to ask?"
I didn't, really. At this level everything and I mean every fucking
thing, Hallie, is out in the open. But habit dies hard. I knee-walked
closer to them, and sat, and learned.
Ray grasped his penis with his whole hand and directed its pink wet
crown down under her pussy, and then swept it up between her labia,
bringing with it a half spoonful of her streaming lubricant. He pressed
his penis gently forward, leaned, and pop! by damn, Hallie, the little
red ring expanded and accepted him. Trilla hissed.
"Hurting you?" Ray asked.
She shook her head wriggled her butt. "No Ray. Just gotta relax.
Keep it comin'."
He pushed forward again, very softly, but inch by inch his rigid
organ disappeared inside her body. I guessed that once his glans had
passed the sphincter muscles the rest went easier.
"OK, Kim," She whispered. "Now you."
"Can you come down a little? I can't reach you, you're too high
above me."
"Yes. Ray, you'll have to move with me."
"Got it."
By spreading his knees some, like Trilla did, Ray could drop lower,
which brought Trilla's vagina closer to Kim's penis. Kim maneuvered his
cock upward, found the pocket of her pussy, and then entered her
smoothly. Ray continued to urge himself in, bit by bit, until his pubic
hair was pressed against her ass. Kim,too, buried his prick to the
hilt.
"Oh...oh my dear God..." Trilla murmured. "..you guys...this is
good...very good..."
She had such a sublime, ecstatic expression on her face; her head
tilted, her eyes closed, her long bangs stuck to her moist forehead,
and this beautiful dopey smile on her red lips. There was a flush in
her cheeks.
"Now, move, please. Easy and slow. Oh. Oh..."
The two young men slid their penises tenderly in and out of her
holes. Kim lifted his hands to her breasts. Ray held her hips lightly
and swayed behind her. Her small body trembled.
(Notice, Hallie, how for the last few paragraphs my style has
straightened out? No more cute wordplays? This is to indicate exactly
how seriously we took this act of theirs, how serious it was to Trilla.
The girl was absolutely transported, Hallie. I've never seen her look
like that. She looked dazed. Drugged. Her eyes, when open, were glazed
over, and her breathing was rapid and ragged, almost as though she
didn't want to be bothered. We were all very quiet, though we came
closer to them to watch and touch and experience. There was something
special, almost mystical about her. Ray and Kim were very, very gentle
in this double fuck of her childlike body. They fucked her in unison,
and then exactly out of step, but she never once lost the rhythm. Maybe
her trancelike state made her more sensitive to the sensations of
motion and friction. I don't know. But sheesh, Hallie, what a thing to
see.
Her choice of Ray for her ass was understandable. His penis, though
long, is not especially thick, and is straight, and his erections are
as stiff as Dan's. He was just right for her, judging by her reactions.
Could I ever take sex this far? I doubt it. John and I have
experimented, and there is no sexual feeling there for me at all. In
fact, it's painful. My orgasms destroy me anyway, so what would be the
point?
But our darling Cupcake had even more to give. Remember I said
three?)
"Johnny. " Trilla gasped. "Come here. I want you in my mouth."
John questioned me briefly with his eyes, but I just shrugged my
shoulders and raised my eyebrows helplessly. Shay saw this and answered
him.
"Do what she asks, John." She said softly. She nodded. "She knows
what she's doing. Trust her." Sharon touched his arm fondly.
So he got to his knees above Kim's head, in front of Trilla's face,
and dangled his half-hard cock before her lips. She opened her eyes,
then her mouth, and then let his penis slip in along her tongue. She
closed her lips around it and sucked, and he was fully erect
instantly. Trilla bobbed her head and ran her mouth up and down his
shaft, and soon John, too, like Ray and Kim were, was panting for
breath.
I was breathing a little heavily, too. Not so much for the sexiness
of it (although it was very sexy. After all, three hard penises in one
girl?) but in sympathy for the intensity of Trilla's arousal and the
magnitude of her effort. She fucked them perfectly, like she was doing
each separately, on his own. For John, her blowjob was deep, steady,
and unhurried. I put my fingertip on the short space of her perineum
between her vagina and anus, and felt her tighten those muscles, Kegel-
like, around Kim and Ray. There could not have been more than a quarter
or an eighth of an inch of tissue separating their two penises.
And by now they were both huffing and puffing. Ray was bent forward
down over her arched back, and his left hand competed with Kim's for
her breasts. It seemed to me that their hips' thrusts were becoming
quicker, sharper, more automatic, and I wondered how much more Trilla
could take.
Seconds later, Kim came. His groan came up muffled from beneath
John's swinging balls. His knees jerked, his toes pointed; he gripped
Trilla's waist as his penis erupted and flooded her cunt.
John climaxed next. His gaze shot to the ceiling, and with short
shuddering sighs that fluttered down his body he came deep in Trilla's
mouth.
And because Trilla was climaxing herself, she didn't even try to
swallow; sperm gushed out of the corners of her lips. Her mouthful of
cock stifled what would have been a soulful, sorrowful cry that leaped
up out of the very pit of her enchanted heart of hearts. Oh Hallie. I
felt for her. Her little body shivered and shook and jumped so. It
couldn't have been good for her, I thought. Tears streamed from her
eyes.
Ray, control-freak Ray, came last. Silently, in complete control of
himself, he made no sound, and moved very little, just his pelvis
bumping against Trilla's buttocks, only the hurt look on his face
betraying the force of his orgasm.
One by one they disengaged, first John, then Kim, then Ray, who let
his penis become soft and small before gently coaxing it out of her
anus. The girl sank down and lay senselessly, bonelessly still atop
Kim. A strand of warm, thick white sperm drained from the corner of her
half-open mouth and puddled between her cheek and Kim's chest. It
leaked in slow heavy streams from her asshole and from her soaking wet
vagina, and was caught by his pubic hair. Kim held her, rocked her,
stroked her smooth bare back. The smell of sperm filled the room.
We were each of us, to say the very least, taken quite aback by
this display, and we sat or lay in impressed, awed silence, all of us
sure, I think, that she had passed out, or was in pain, because she lay
so still. A triple insertion was something I'd only heard rumor of,
Hallie, and read about. It was spooky to see our fair, delicate, young
friend submit herself to it with such wild abandon.
Shay was the first to recover. She crept close, leaned, brushed the
long bangs out of Trilla's face, and kissed Trilla just below her ear.
"Wake up, Cupcake." She said. "You OK?"
There was a moment's pause, then Trilla's lovely green eyes flew
open and a sudden, happy (if sticky) grin bloomed like a red rose
across her face.
"`Course I am." Trilla giggled. "Who's next?" She took Sharon's
right forefinger and popped it into her mouth and sucked on it.
We laughed. We cheered. We applauded Trilla. She was helped up off
Kim and passed from person to person for sweet, loving, approving
kisses, we were so proud of her. Ray embraced her, threw her to her
back, and kissed her `til she pummelled his shoulders and kicked her
small feet in the air, demanding to be let up. Finally we sent her to
the shower to clean herself up, and while she was gone we decided to
take her out to dinner.
She liked that.
`Bye, Hallie.
Love,
Sarah Beth
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