Trista, Kim and I - The Beginning
The story that I'm about to share is the beginning of
the six most strange, yet exciting, years of my life. This
and the following stories are true and I share them now with
you, because doing so helps me re-live the excitement and
erotic lifestyle I once knew.
Trista was a guy's perfect college girlfriend. Not
exactly the girl your mother would be excited for you to
bring home, but the kind that made your dad wish he was 20yoa
again. She had blonde hair that fell past her shoulders,
blue eyes, luscious full lips, an incredible body, big
natural boobs that shot her nipple rings upward toward
the moon, a perfectly rounded tight ass, a shaved, snug
and always wet pussy, and toned muscular thighs that she
liked to use to lock your head between as she rode your face.
Beyond those fantastic qualities, Trista could help me
with my homework, workout and run with me, watch sports
with my friends and me, arrange dates for my buddies, party
until dawn and best of all, fuck your brains out!
Trista had not come from a very wealthy family. So to pay
for college she spent two years, fresh out of high school,
working as an adult club dancer. In just two nights a week,
she made more money in a week than her mother and father did
combined. She experimented in the adult film industry,
during her sophomore summer, performing in six films that
introduced her to lesbian and anal sex.
After those films,
she had enough money to lease an awesome apartment for two
years with her best friend, Kim. Trista quit the dance club
and never did another porn movie. She didn't like unattractive
guys touching her anymore, but she still knew she needed
money and the easiest way to get it was by flirting and using
her natural talents. Kim and she became bartenders at a
downtown bar and that's where I fell in love with Trista
and learned her story. We dated her final two years of college
and married a year after graduation. It was an odd marriage,
but one that never left you bored.
It was our third date, when I discovered that she could easily
out drink me. Trista drove me back to her place. The trip
back to her apartment from the bar was a dizzy blur and there
was definitely a few stops along the roadway. I recalled
Trista helping me inside, laying me across a bed and then
darkness came. It was only 11pm. A few hours later, I awoke
and stumbled into the hallway, to find the bathroom. As
I walked down the hall, I noticed some sultry jazz coming
from the dimly lit living room area at the end of the hall.
I walked toward the music and saw through an open patio door
that there was an closed patio with several citronella
candles lit. I moved to the door and saw Trista's fully
tanned and wet body sitting along the wall of a bubbling
jacuzzi.
One of her legs dangled in the hot water and the
other was bent over the shoulder of Kim. I could not believe
what I was seeing. Kim was kneeling on jacuzzi seat and her
face was buried in between Trista's thighs. Kim was
doing something with her right hand, as well, but I couldn't
see what. Trista was moaning with pleasure, she would whisper
something to Kim that seemed to make Kim work even more feverishly
with her hand and mouth. Trista's ass raised off the
wall and rythmically thrusted up and down across Kim's
face. Trista's head flipped backward, she looked
toward the sky, began rolling one of her swollen nipples
between her thumb and fingers, then tried to hold back the
high-pitched whimper that escaped. Apparently weak now,
she allowed herself to lay back across the wall. As she did
so, Kim slowly pulled out the biggest dildo I had ever seen.
She slid it across Trista's stomach and between her
beautiful boobs, then Kim's tongue followed the trail
of hot juices that it left on her moist skin. Trista reached
out, took the huge toy into her hand and they shared it like
a popscicle, letting their tongues slide into each other's
mouth. Kim stepped out of the jacuzzi and walked over to
a chaise lounger. Trista followed and laid on her back.
Kim pulled the other lounger next Trista's and knelt
across in her in a gorgeous 69 position. Trista leaned up
and began to kiss Kim's big slippery lips.
She then
stuck the head of the dildo into her own mouth and moistened
it, then pushed Kim's ass cheek apart and slowly slid
that whopping big cock deep inside until it nearly disappeared.
I decided to get a better view, but in my drunken stupor,
I tripped over the rug and fell against the glass. Kim quickly
rolled off the lounger without even removing the dong and
Trista spun around and glared at me. She made no attempt
to cover up and just sauntered over to the door and slid it
open. I tried to talk, but nothing came out. She told me to
take a nice cold shower and go back to bed. If I ever wanted
to have any of what she was giving Kim, I would stay in there
until she wakes me up in the morning. Then she turned on the
living room lights, so I would be backlit should I stupidly
disobey, drew the blinds across the doorway and stepped
through, closing the door behind her.
After taking a shower, I was a little more sober, but a lot
more aroused. I couldn't get the image of Trista and
Kim out of my mind, so I put a towel around me and marched right
into the living room, which was now dark and out onto the
deck, which was now unoccupied. I walked back into the apartment,
listened at Kim's door and could hear the music from
ealier playing softly. I tried the handle, but it locked.
I knocked softly, but no answer. I knocked harder, but Kim
angrily yelled for me to go away, so I did.
I went back to Trista's
room and passed out on her bed. Then next morning, I woke
up to the smell of coffee and giggles. Trista and KIm were
standing the doorway, in short matching robes, smiling
at me. My towel had fallen off during the night and I was sporting
a fantastic morning erection. I sat up and Trista motioned
for me to follow Kim and her.
The shower was running and the both disrobed in front of
me. Trista grabbed my throbbing cock and pulled me into
the shower. She said that I had disappointed her last night
and I needed to be more patient if I wanted to prove I was going
to be a worthy lover to her. She also said I had made Kim mad
and I needed to make it up to her. Trista handed me a soapy
loufah and turned me toward Kim. Kim pushed me to my knees
and lifted her foot to my mouth. Trista told me to kiss Kim's
feet and suck her toes while I bathed her long tan sexy legs.
I moved the loufah around in circles up her thighs to the
dark patch of soft hair between them and Kim turned around
showing me her shapely firm ass. She arched her back and
I followed her curves with the loufah and now my other hand.
Trista guided my head forward and placed both of her hands
across on Kim's ass cheeks, spreading them to reveal
her engorged pussy lips. I dove into them but was jerked
backward quickly, by Trista. She told me to move slower,
to savor the taste and and to kiss them like I was making love
to them with my tongue.
As Kim grew hotter and more wetness
dripped from her lips, I was instructed to suck her lips,
stroke them harder with my tongue and to lightly circle
her clit, which was standing out erect now. Kim began to
thrust her hips up and down slowly, softly moaning and massaging
her boobs. Trista slid a finger next to my tongue, swirled
it around inside Kim's pussy and carefully pulled
it out. She rubbed Kim's juices around her tightly
puckered asshole, then inserted the moistened finger
all the way to the knuckle and began thrusting back and forth,
as Kim's breaths and moans became louder. Trista was
pounding Kim's ass so fast and hard that my right face
cheekbone bruised. As Kim came, she was grinding against
my face hard enough that I thought my neck would snap, then
my mouth was suddenly filled with a lot of hot pussy juice.
Trista slowly pulled her finger from Kim's ass, Kim
turned around and began kissing Trista. Trista inserted
the ass-fucking finger into my mouth, which I happily discovered
tasted very sweet. I stared up at the two beautiful women
kissing each other and watched as their gorgeous boobs
rubbed and pressed against each other, their tongues softly
darted from one mouth to the other's, and their hands
guided across their smooth wet bodies. It was the most beautiful
thing I had ever seen. I stood up, thinking it was my turn,
just to be disappointed, again.
Kim kissed me on the cheek
and said I had made up for last night's interruptions,
with a smile; but Trista just opened the shower door and
abruptly told me to be sure to lock the apartment door when
I left, to call her tomorrow and not to get so drunk the next
time and I wouldn't be walking away with blue balls.
She then kissed me on the cheek and went back to embracing
Kim.
It was the start of a great relationship.