Pagan Moss' Peep Show Stories

Monday, September 22, 2003



 
Threesome

I met Evelyn at an office job we had together. We hit it off right away. She was the type of person you instantly felt comfortable around. Evelyn stands about 5’8, is thin, and has long black hair. Her eyes are a very light green and her skin is olive in color. Her features are strong, romanesque.

I’m not sure how it first began, but I started noticing that Evelyn would flirt with me. Until then, I never really experienced this type of attention from a woman.

We became friends quickly and started hanging out together outside of work. When we would go out to have a drink, she’d often start grabbing my ass after downing a few and I’d often end up sitting on her lap. I enjoyed the feeling of my ass pressing down firmly on the tops of her thighs. I could feel the heat rise from between her legs and it was intoxicating.

When we talked, she sometimes gave me a look. It was a look I knew well. I’ve seen other girls working it on guys, but I’d never been on the receiving end.

I was attracted to Evelyn for other reasons. She was the perfect combination of strength and femininity. She was physically very feminine. She wore makeup, had long hair, and dressed like a girl, but she had something about her that was strikingly male. I think this especially came out sexually. She knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.

One day at work, Evelyn told me of an experience she had over the weekend with our manager. The office was pretty small and many people did things outside of work together, including the manager. Our manager was a man, not a particularly handsome one at that, but a decent person. I don’t recall why she chose to go out with him. It wasn’t a date . . . he just invited her to go with him to a small party being thrown by some of his friends.

She went on to explain the party consisted of about eight people, including herself and the manager. There were an equal number of girls and boys and some seemed to be “together.” She said that everyone was drinking quite a bit and after a while, someone mentioned the hot tub. Some people had bathing suits, which they quickly changed into and the people who were suitless just went into the tub wearing underwear, or bras and panties. The drinking continued in the tub and everyone started getting frisky. Evelyn said she wasn’t sure who started it, but people started taking off their suits and underwear. One of the other girls took off her top and a game of truth and dare ensued until everyone was naked and kissing in the tub, hands exploring each other under the water.

I hung on to everyone word that came out of her mouth. She paused for a moment, smiling, as if to tease me.

“What happened next,” I said.

“Well . . .we all went back into the house and the girls went into the bathroom to take a shower.”

She said there were four of them altogether, drunk and naked, trying to stand up in the stall. They clung on to each other as the water poured down on them. The glass door askew, the water went everywhere.

The shower was cramped and their bodies rubbed continuously. She said they soaped each other up. Some started at the feet working their way up, while others started at the breasts, soaping and caressing. Laughter and steam poured out the bathroom door and the guys snuck peeks through the crack in the door. Evelyn said that she remembered seeing her manager, squatting in the doorway, staring up at her. She said she was too drunk to give it much thought then, but it kind of freaked her out now.

After the shower, she told me that she and another girl went into a bedroom. She said the girl was very attractive. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, big eyes, and had a nice tight body. They laid down on the bed together naked. They explored each other’s body with hands at first and then the other girl moved down between her legs.

Evelyn stopped telling the story for a moment, lowered her eyes and bit down on her lip.

“Don’t stop,” I said.

“Well,” she said. “There’s really not much more to tell. She just stayed down there and ate my pussy for about an hour. I was pretty drunk so I didn’t come.”

I sat there slack-jawed with, I’m sure, a pathetic look on my face. I might as well had drool coming from the side of my mouth.

She went on to say that it was the first time a girl went down on her . . . and she liked it.

Evelyn was also pretty tough. She had several piercings (nose, lip, bellybutton, ears) which she proudly did herself. She told me once how she really had to work hard to pierce her lip with a needle.

“The skin’s rubbery there you know and it took me a long time . . . . I kept working the needle, harder and harder until it finally broke through the other side.”

The other thing I found fascinating about Evelyn was the fact that she liked to hang out at divey bars vs. trendy nightclubs, which most girls her age are into. She’s also a mean pool player, beating most guys.

One night, we went to one together. The guys at the bar looked old enough to be our grandpas. Their faces unshaven, their skin - thick and wrinkled, teeth missing. The teeth that were left - yellowed and jagged, lacking gums. One of the guys didn’t have any teeth. His mouth fell into itself, causing a frightening void between his nose and chin which made him look more like a cartoon character than an old man.

We were the only women in the entire place, besides the bartender, a 50-something year old woman with crazy hair and crazy eyes. She donned a Harley Davidson t-shirt, which covered two large pendulous breasts. We were the youngest amongst the group . . . by at least 20 years.

We never got hassled, though. We just heard a lot of stories. Drunks are never short on stories and the one next to me was telling me some pretty good ones. He leaned over, practically laying on the bar, telling me about life . . . how it’s short and how I shouldn’t waste mine. His words reeked of alcohol and stale cigarettes. Every time he reached a high point or a funny part of his story, he would put his hand on my shoulder and give it a nice pat. He told me I was a good kid.

There was something comforting about that place. Maybe it’s the fact that I love Bukowski. I’ve always been fascinated by the places society rejects and the people who dwell within those spaces. You can learn a lot from a bum, a drunk, a homeless person, et. al. Maybe learn that you’re not much different.

On the way home from the bar that night, I asked Evelyn if she wanted to come over. We were both pretty buzzed still and I thought it would be fun to surprise my boyfriend, who was surely fast asleep as it was close to 2:00 a.m.

I parked the car and we giggled like school girls all the way to the apartment steps. I unlocked the door and we stepped in. The light from the hallway spilt into the entry, then faded back as the door closed, leaving us in pitch dark.

I could feel the heat and energy of her body and I imagined myself just taking her there, pushing her against the wall, letting my fingers and mouth discover her body in the darkness. Senses elevated - taste, touch, smell. I imagined the sound of air expelling, gasping, jagged breaths, hot and moist on my neck. In my mind’s eye, I could see us naked on the hardwood floor. A tangled mess of legs, hair, surrendering ourselves blindly.

The sound of Evelyn’s voice jolted me back to reality . . . reluctantly. She said she needed to use the restroom and I pointed to the door on the left. She made her way down the hall and I made my way to the bedroom.

I walked over to the bed to gently wake my boyfriend to let him know Evelyn was there, as we don’t have too many house guests over. Before I got to the bedside, however, he rolled over onto his side and muttered, “You just getting home?”

“Yeah, and I brought Evelyn home with me,” I said.

He immediately sat up in bed and turned the light on next to the bed. Squinting, he smiled.

I went to the bathroom and knocked on the door. Evelyn told me to come in. She was sitting on the side of the bath tub as if she was waiting for me. There was no overt sex talk between the two of us. We never spoke about a threesome, nor verbally discussed what we planned to do back at our apartment. Things just progressed.

For some reason (I can’t recall) we decided to rinse off in the tub. I turned the water on and let it run till it was nice and hot, steaming the bathroom. Evelyn now sat on the toilet and watched as I took my clothes off. I climbed into the tub, squatting towards the faucet. I left the drain unplugged, choosing to let the water pour between my legs. I grabbed the soap and worked it between my hands. I lathered my pussy and other important areas until everything was smelling of soap. I let the water run over me again, washing the soap away. I stood up, my naked body, dripping, cold, nipples erect. Evelyn’s eyes lowered, smiling. She told me my pussy looked like hers - larger lips and clit.

I stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel off the rack and started to dry myself off.

As I wrapped the towel around my body, Evelyn started to undress. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing incredibly smooth, olive-colored skin. Her long black hair flowed down her back and a couple strands fell lightly on her young, taunt breasts. She then unbuttoned her pants and pulled them slowly down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She was wearing nothing but a black thong now, which accentuated her perfectly tight, round ass. She turned away from me towards the tub, bending over as she removed her underwear. I caught a flash of her pussy between the cheeks of her ass.

I felt a tickle in my lower abdomen and a tingle between my legs. She stood up and climbed into the tub. I left her to bathe and went out to the bedroom.

[Note: Our bed is a large, round, vintage ‘60’s model and it was made to fuck on. It could easily accommodate a decent sized orgy.]

When I went back to the bedroom, my boyfriend was laying on his back in bed with his hands clasped over his chest, eyes staring at the ceiling. He looked a little nervous. Neither of us had been in a threesome. I took my towel off and climbed into bed. We waited for Evelyn.

A couple minutes later, the water turned off and she emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. My boyfriend turned off the light. Evelyn let the towel drop to the floor. My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness and I could make out her exquisite form. She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge next to me. My boyfriend leaned over and started kissing me. Gently at first and then harder. He climbed on top of me, working his tongue inside of my mouth. He was naked under the sheets and his cock was already hard against the inside of my thigh.

His lips pulled away from mine, moving to my neck, kissing lightly as he made his way down to my breasts. Evelyn laid down on her side and watched. As my boyfriend kissed and caressed my breasts, I heard a jingling sound and saw movement from the corner of my eye. I turned my head towards Evelyn and saw that she had one hand between her legs, masturbating. Her bracelets shook violently. I turned my head back towards the ceiling and closed my eyes, taking it all in.

My boyfriend’s kisses moved down my body, moist and soft, stopping to explore my navel with his tongue. My body writhed with delight. He continued lower with his kisses until he reached the mound of my pussy. He stayed here for a moment teasing me, letting his tongue slip down to my clit here and there, but then retreating.

I couldn’t take it anymore and my hands pressed down on his head, moving him lower and to my delight, he took my clit into his mouth. He moved languidly, sucking, licking, flicking his tongue, working his mouth up and down like he was giving me head.

I quickly became very wet. He sensed this and moved down further to lick it all up. His tongued lapped it up feverishly like it was the most delicious nectar. I had to hold back as I wanted to gush in his mouth. I pushed him back softy and told him I felt bad that Evelyn wasn’t getting any attention.

I told him I wanted him to kiss her like he was kissing me . . . down there. They both seemed excited at this and Evelyn jumped over me to the other side of the bed where my boyfriend lay. She positioned herself directly in front of him and spread her legs wide, offering herself to him. He gladly accepted, moving up until his face was buried between her legs. It was a vision of loveliness that excited me beyond belief. Her silhouette displayed her pleasure. Her head tilt back and her chest rose as she gasped and moaned. I moved closer, wanting to explore her body, too.
I placed my hand on her mound, which was covered with a thin strip of silky soft hair. My fingers slid down lower until I could feel the wetness of my boyfriend’s tongue lapping her pussy.

I sensed my boyfriend’s excitement of me joining him. I moved my fingers lower towards her slit, but my boyfriend’s fingers were already inside, working in and out. She was so wet and I was easily able to slide one of my fingers inside her, too, feeling my boyfriend’s finger next to mine. Her pussy felt wonderful - hot and silky. She moaned louder and I felt her walls tighten around our fingers.

My boyfriend brought his finger from inside her and brought it to my mouth. He leaned closer to me and said, “Taste her.” I eagerly took his finger into my mouth and tasted her. Her pussy juice was sweet and I licked ever bit of it, savoring the flavor. I wanted more and kissed him just to taste her on his lips. He told me to taste her between her legs. I wanted to, but before I could make my way down there, she grabbed my shoulders and brought me up to her.

My boyfriend resumed between her legs and I laid on top of Evelyn with my legs spread over her, my pussy resting on her stomach. I started kissing her neck. She gasped in response. My hands worked their way down to her breasts. They felt firm and round in my hands. I squeezed them gently. Her nipples became erect, tickling my palms. I kissed down her neck to her breasts. I moved the point of my tongue lightly over her breasts and nipples, feeling her flesh quiver in response.

I made my way back up to her. This time, my clit was hard and my pussy was wet against her stomach and I knew she could feel it. I started grinding on her. She grabbed my ass hard, spreading my ass cheeks and pulling my pussy into her further.

I brought my mouth to hers, parted my lips and traced her mouth with my tongue, grazing the inside of her mouth. Her tongue pushed forward into my mouth. She started kissing me hard and her breath became erratic.

One of her hands slid off my ass and slid between our sweaty bodies, moving down towards my pussy. My clit ached for her touch and when it came, I felt like I would come right then. She started masturbating me, rubbing her finger up and down on my clit. In response, my pussy gushed with excitement. She moved her fingers down to my slit and traced the edge with her finger, teasing me. I moved my hips forward until she penetrated me. I started rolling my hips, fucking her. She put another finger inside me, working them in and out.

My head rest on Evelyn’s shoulder with my face towards her ear. I couldn’t control my breath and I didn’t care if I lost control. At this point, I had totally surrendered to her touch, totally paralyzed.

Evelyn was also experiencing great pleasure from my boyfriend and I sensed this not only in her breath, but also in the way she touched me. Her fingers slipped back to my clit. My juices covered her fingers and they felt silky soft, rubbing me. The sensation was too much for me now and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hips moved back and forth quicker and her fingers rubbed harder and faster. She knew I was going to come. At the peak of my paroxysm, my hips came down with all my weight one last time.

A ball of electricity emanated from my perineum and shot up my spine. My back arched, and my head flew back as the energy shot out my mouth as I let out a scream of exquisite torment . . . then silence.

My body collapsed on top of Evelyn. I laid on top of her for a moment until I caught my breath. I then rolled off to the side of her. I laid on my back and recovered from my little death.

Once I regained my composure, I noticed that Evelyn had moved to my boyfriend. He was laying on his back now. She worked her way between his legs, placing her hand on his cock. She began stroking him. With each stroke, his cock grew longer and harder. She brought her mouth down lower and started licking him underneath. He gasped. He placed his hands on her head and began stroking her long black hair. She came back up, her tongue extended, moving up the shaft of his cock. When she reached the top, she traced the rim of his head with the point of her tongue ever so lightly, teasing him. One of her hands began massaging his balls, while the other hand started stroking him. Her tongue ran across the tip of his cock and she stopped for a moment to taste his pre-cum. She then took the entire thing into her mouth. As her mouth moved back up his shaft, his cock glistened wet with her saliva. Her hand followed her mouth back and forth, back and forth. My boyfriend’s face tightened then relaxed.

He grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him, lifting me up and placing me over his face so that my pussy was in his face. I was on all fours, my ass facing Evelyn as she continued to suck my boyfriend. My boyfriend grabbed my hips and pulled my pussy into his face burying himself in it. He moved his face from side to side until his face was covered in my cum. He told me I tasted wonderful as I gasped in pleasure.

He took my clit into his mouth again, while his tongue flicked violently. My wetness extended to my ass and his fingers followed the trail there. He traced the outside of my hole lightly with his finger tips. I was on the verge of coming again. I felt my boyfriend’s breath on my pussy. I knew he was ready to come. His finger entered me back there and he gently moved it around. I let out a moan. His mouth moved rythmically between my legs and my breath became more frantic. The thought of Evelyn making him come put me over the edge. I bucked my hips violently as he buried his face deeper inside my pussy. I held my breath until the orgasm came . . . almost passing out. My boyfriend came right afterwards, letting out a low, guttural moan as his whole body convulsed . . . then relaxed. We both laid there still as our breath slowed. I looked over at Evelyn and she was laying on her side smiling at us.

She hadn’t had an orgasm yet and it was our turn to pleasure her. My boyfriend still lay on his back and I helped Evelyn get on top of his face. She sat on his chest with her legs spread wide. He started eating her pussy and my boyfriend’s cock started to rise again. I got on top of him and lowered myself until he was inside of me. I pressed the front of my body into Evelyn’s back. I reached around her, cupping her perfect breasts in my hands. I kissed her neck gently. She rolled her hips. She leaned forward until she was on all fours above my boyfriend’s face, her taunt ass staring me in the face. I began kissing it as I fucked my boyfriend harder. She began to moan louder and louder and my boyfriend sensing she was close, licked faster, using a finger inside her. I squeezed her ass with my hands, pulling her cheeks apart. I grazed the crack of her ass with my tongue and in response she let out a huge moan, throwing her head back. At the same time, my boyfriend’s cock started spasming inside me, spurting cum. I stayed there for a moment until his cock started to lessen inside me. I rolled off him and laid on my back. We were all quiet now. Our bodies strewn about the bed in a strange juxtaposition. We didn’t move until the next morning.

The next day, everything was fine. I’ve heard nightmarish stories about threesomes . . . ruined friendships, relationships, etc.

When I drove Evelyn home that morning, she asked me if I felt weird. I said, “No.” She said she didn’t either and things went back to normal. We never had a threesome with her again.

We both ended up leaving our crappy office jobs. She started dancing at the Lusty Lady in Seattle at my recommendation and I started working at a dungeon.

We don’t hang out very much now. I run into her here and there, but nothing like before.

A couple of months ago, she got fired from the Lusty. She knew I worked at Fantasy and thought she would try it out. She only worked there a couple of shifts. She didn’t like it. It’s a lot slower than the Lusty. I didn’t get the chance to work with her before she quit.

I ran into her about a month ago, while walking past a bar she frequents. I sat down and had a drink with her. We talked about old times. It was nice.

She started playing pool with the guys. I sat next to the pool table watching.

During the last shot, she bent over in front of me, jeans pulled tight. I bit my lip. She called the eight ball in the far left pocket. She closed one eye, focusing on the ball. She drew the stick back slowly and then thrusted it forward with enormous force, sinking the eight ball.

Hoots and hollers erupted around the room.





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