Double or Nothing, Love on the Road

I'm Clement Titus Benoit, youngest son of a Presque Isle, Maine potato farmer. It was 1975 and I'd just turned 19. Orange nylon backpack over my back and a small American Tourister valise in my hand. I was standing on the edge of Route 1 about 2 miles outside Monticelo on a blustery day. Right hand out, thumb extended.

Yeah, you could get around that way, back then. At least, where there was traffic. There wasn't much here. So, when I heard the car coming, I put on my best beggar's face and took another half step into the road. It was 1970 Ford Maverick two door. The orangish-yellow one, or yellowish-orange depending on how you saw things.

I'd been wrenching on farm equipment and cars since I was 12. It just came natural to me. In my teens, I'd started working on hotrods, and I'd built a couple that were still winning races on the local strips.

My Uncle's business partner's cousin had opened a Toyota dealership down near Ashville, North Carolina and they were looking for some decent mechanics. My name got floated and a couple of phone calls later I was hired. I just had to get there.

To my most pleasant surprise, the Maverick pulled over to the shoulder and the window rolled down.

"Where ya going?" The girl said. She was cute, maybe a year or two older than me, longish brown hair done in a Farrah Fawcett perm, slender tanned arm resting on the door.

"North Carolina." I said.

"Hope you're not planning on getting there by nightfall." She laughed.

"No, my time budget is a little more generous than that." I smiled.

"Well, we're headed South too. Atlanta. We're gonna be Airline Stewardesses and marry us some sugar daddy pilots." She said opening the door.

Stepping out of the car, she was on the tall side, maybe 5' 8". Slender with B cup breasts. A slight hook to her nose and smile that managed to be sexy and goofy at the same time. "Hi. My name's Laurel. That there is Paula." She said pointing to the blonde behind the wheel.

I could tell she was on the short side, around 5'2". Cornflower blue eyes pixie features and a figure that didn't need much more of a description than Buxom.

I threw my stuff in the back seat and piled in. Laurel got back in, and Paula started the car back up and headed on down the road.

The girls had met last summer when Laurel's family was vacationing up in Nova Scotia. Paula's parents had defected from the USSR during the cold war and she'd pretty much grown up Canadian. Laurel's folks ran a small boatyard near Bangor, but being the youngest, there wasn't much opportunity other than to work the parts counter for the rest of her life, or as a waitress in one of the many lobster shacks that dotted the coast. They'd stayed in touch with letters and phone calls and cooked up the whole stewardess plan.

It seemed like a long shot, but I kept my mouth shut. We kept losing AM reception because of the hills, but the car had had an under dash 8 track player installed. They only had four tapes though and it didn't take long for Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, Sgt. Pepper, Led Zep I, and somehow Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, to get old.

We made it as far as Portland that night. We found a fleabag motel and got a room. The girls took one bed, I crashed on the other. Despite the curtains being drawn, light filtered in from the parking lot.

I had drifted off initially, coming around to the sound of noises coming from the other bed. Squinting, so they wouldn't know I was awake, I could make out Paula, her back against the headboard her hand raised to her mouth to stifle the noises she was making. Laurel's ass was at the foot of the bed, under the covers, jacked up high. She was between Paula's legs and there were kissing sounds. Okay.

There was a greasy spoon diner next to the motel, and we grabbed a quick breakfast. If the girls knew I'd seen them playing, they didn't let on. Coming back to the car I spotted a few drops of antifreeze on the pavement under the car. Taking a quick look I could see where the lower radiator hose was dry rotted and starting to fail.

It wasn't going to make it to Atlanta. It would be lucky to make it to Boston.

There was an auto parts store nearby, and we managed to get lucky. A friend of a buddy of mine from the strip ran a gas station nearby and I managed to borrow some tools. I did the upper and lower radiator hoses and the heater hoses while we were at it too. Topped off the coolant and we were back on the road before lunch.

Laurel's turn to drive saw us bogged down in stop and go traffic through Providence and by the time we'd crossed into Connecticut we'd all about had our fill for the day. We found another fleabag hotel in East Lyme just off the highway. It was a carbon copy of last night, only this time they knew I was awake. They just didn't care. They were horny and it was going to get remedied.

I tried to be discreet, but they were pretty loud this time.

Laurel even joked about it the next morning. "Hope we didn't keep you awake last night, Clem." She laughed.

"Are you going to be doing that every night?" I asked.

"Probably. Jealous?" Laurel winked and gave me that sexy goofy grin.

"Who wouldn't be?" I answered.

We took it easy the next day and drove into NYC. Saw the World Trade Center, Statue Of Liberty, Radio City Music Hall, Empire State Building. Bought some cheap t-shirts. Ate some seafood at Fulton Market. And still managed to make Trenton in time to get a room.

That night, Laurel and Paula were determined to put on a show. We'd just gotten back from dinner and they wasted no time making out on the bed. Like a dual slow motion strip tease, one piece at a time, they got naked, their hands exploring each other with an intimate familiarity that had me rock hard in an instant.

Paula was a goddess. If she looked hot in clothes, naked she was nothing short of perfect. Laurel pulled her down the bed and swung around into a 69. They ate each other out until Laurel shuddered into a mega-orgasm. Swinging back around she renewed her concentration on Paula's furry muff.

That's when I saw it. Laurel teased Paula's pussy with her fingertip, sucking on her clit and making her squirm. I was stroking my cock as I took in the view. Laurel pushed her fingertip into Paula. Just the first knuckle. Paula winced a bit. Laurel backed off, licked her more and soon she had Paula moaning as she came.

I shot my load into a hand towel and we all kind of basked in the awkward silence of the after-moment.

"Paula. When Laurel put her finger in you. It hurt?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm super tiny down there. I can't even use tampons." She said.

That explained a lot. Super sexy, but unable to take cock.

"And before you get started. Yes, I've tried, and it was disastrous both times." Paula admitted.

"So just girls then." I said.

"Just girls." Paula confirmed.

"What about you, Laurel?" I asked.

"I been with both. But that was before Paula." She said. "The summer after I turned 18, lets just say I was a really busy girl."

"I bet you were." I chuckled.

"I liked watching you jerk off. You've got a nice cock." Laurel added.

"Thanks? I guess that means a lot coming from a lesbian." I grinned.

"You bet." She replied. Giving me a little salute.

We made it to the outskirts of Raleigh, that night being pretty much a carbon copy of the previous night. The girls were into it, relaxed and comfortable. I thought back to the first night with them trying to do it on the downlow.

Only this time, when I was getting ready to blow, they both stopped to watch. I was laying on the bed stroking my crank and they were sitting on the edge of their bed staring at my cock as I groaned and painted my stomach with jizz. It was intense.

We made Ashville just after lunchtime. We checked into the hotel and I found the dealership and checked in there. The boss was a real nice guy. His wife ran the front office. She told me that there was a trailer park not too far from the dealership, and they had some rents available. It would do until I was better established and something better came along she suggested.

I checked it out and sure enough, I had someplace to call home. It was a quiet little trailer park. Neat little homes, with a pretty diverse clientele. I'd gotten the keys and gone back round to the hotel. The dealership was going to set me up with a loaner car until I had one of my own.

It was a trade in fixer-upper. A 1968 Datusn 510 with sun dulled paint, and a gangster lean to the driver's side. But it ran.

I swung back by the motel, and broke the news to the girls.

"So, I guess tomorrow it's off to Atlanta for you guys?" I asked. "Sugar-daddies, yea!" I fist pumped the air.

"About that. It's kind of pretty here and we were thinking that it might be fun to hang out a few more days and explore before we hit the road again." Paula said.

"You got enough in the cruising kitty to cover that?" I asked, knowing things were on a shoestring.

"We were thinking that since you got yourself a place, maybe we could crash with you for a couple days." Laurel gave me the goofy sexy grin, knowing I'd cave.

I did.

What started as a couple days of layover took a turn when Laurel landed a job working the cosmetics counter at Woolworths. Paula got a gig a week later as a topless dancer at a place on the outskirts of town. She was an instant hit. No surprise there.

The trailer had two bedrooms. A large one, that the girls called dibs on in a heartbeat, and a smaller one, but not by much.

Laurel and Paula were fucking like jackrabbits. Paula would come in from her shift at the club and they'd go at it night after night, hammers and tongs until they fell asleep. My right hand was getting a workout. A couple times a week they wanted me there to watch. It added some extra zest to their lovemaking.

We'd been there going on 7 months. The dealership really liked my work, and they were nice people to boot. Laurel had gotten a raise after just a couple of months, and Paula had started to look for another job, claiming that dancing was wearing her out and she was sick of getting hit-on constantly.

I told her that if she wanted to she could just take some time off. She'd been making more than Laurel and I combined, and it all went into the kitty. I think that kept us all on an equal footing.

She'd said something about maybe going for her real estate license.

She was out doing her shift at the club when Laurel knocked on my door.

"Clem. Can we talk?" She began.

"Sure." I said.

"Do you ever, you know, feel like you want to fuck me?" She blurted out.

"No. Really. Don't beat around the bush. Just come right out and say it." I replied drily.

"I'm serious, Clem. Paula and I... well she keeps bringing it up. Like its some kind of dirty fantasy for her." Laurel said.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"She knows me well enough. I mean ever since that first night when you jerked off for us. I just never brought it up because I knew that if I did..." She admitted.

"And Paula wants this? Why?" I asked.

"I don't know. It's complicated. She'd fuck you herself if she could. She's goddamned talked about it enough, about maybe trying one more time, but then she turns into the world's biggest chicken. So, I guess I'm the next best thing." Laurel explained. "We both know she won't be home for a good long while."

If I was on the fence, and I surely was, what Laurel did next knocked me right off and into next week. Without another word, Laurel stripped off her top and began teasing her nipples giving me the goofy sexy grin. I was a goner.

She dropped her shorts and panties and took me by the hand. Laying down, she pulled me on top of her and rubbed the bottom of the head of my cock on the tuft of her pubes. We kissed, and suddenly, it was like we'd done this a thousand times before. I slipped inside her and she was more than ready. Maybe it was all the observation, or maybe it was just what was meant to happen, but I was in no rush, and neither was she.

I fucked her, bringing her up to the brink a little at a time. By the time she came she was flushed and panting in between kisses.

"Oh God, Oh Fuck, Oh God, Oh Sweet Baby Jesus, Oh Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck... Yesssssssssss." She cried as she did her best to twist my cock off with her cunt. And then twice more after that. We were nearing the forty-minute mark or thereabouts and my balls were aching to deliver.

I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I also knew Laurel wasn't on any kind of birth control, and that I should at the very least pull out. Yeah, that's what I'd do. Pull out.

I looked down at her. She looked up at me. Her hands were on my hips, her gaze spoke volumes. This might be a one-off, I thought. Her pussy felt so amazing. I closed my eyes and filled her with as much spunk as I could. An hour later a second load followed the first.

Paula came home. We'd just finished round three, and Laurel was standing, propped in my bedroom doorway, my cum was running down her thigh. Her hair was a mess. I saw Paula's eyes light up and without so much as a hello, dragged Laurel into their bedroom slamming the door behind them. I didn't see them again until I got home from work the next day.

They were slumped on the couch naked and in a state of sexual exhaustion. Hither but for the grace of God go I, I thought to myself.

We knew we were playing with fire. But oddly it was Paula who had caught the spark the worst. She called it "Clem and Laurel's special sauce".

"Laurel, I want you and Clem to whip up a batch of that special sauce. Have it ready for me for when I get home, okay?" She'd order.

We'd just look at each other and shrug. What a perv. Let's get naked.

It was fall. Our lease was coming due. Paula was studying for her real estate license. I'd gotten word that my cousin Franky was getting married up in Boston, and he'd asked me to be best man.

It was the night of the bachelor party, and six of us were loosed on the streets of Boston. We were in the Combat Zone going from bar to bar when I saw the shop. Now there weren't a lot of places you could buy sex toys in public back then. But this was the Combat Zone.

The sign said Book Shop, but I doubted very strongly that there was much reading going on there. I hadn't been drinking that much so I was still in a fairly rational frame of mind. I wanted to get the girls a little souvenir of Boston. The guy who ran the place seemed on the up and up. Walking up and down the aisle, the first was a no-brainer. There was a really nicely crafted strapon with a pretty realistic latex dong.

It was in the next aisle over that I saw that which must be bought. It was a set of ten glass anal plugs. They ranged in size from "Good thing there's a drawstring on this" all the way up to "The Hindenburg. Only without the burning Hydrogen." The progression favored the smaller sizes with the top one being clearly there for show. I had but one thought. Paula's pussy.

The phone connection sucked. Long distance calls often were hit or miss.

"Yeah, I got you guys presents. No. I'm not telling you what." I said loudly into the mouthpiece. "Love you too, and tell Paula congrats on acing the Real Estate test."

They were like a couple of kids when I got home. I'd gift wrapped the boxes, so there was kind of a festive air to my homecoming. The only wrapping paper the drugstore had had, was a 4th birthday boy's cowboy and Indian theme. Paula tore the wrapping paper off the strapon like a six year old with a Barbie on Christmas. She pulled it out of the box holding it aloft dangling in the air. She looked over at Laurel and suddenly they both broke out laughing.

Laurel opened the next box and looked at me, confused. "You want me to use these on my asshole? Why?" She asked.

"No. I want you to use them on Paula's pussy. Starting with the little guy. Isn't it cute? Let's see if it fits." I suggested. We washed the toys. The shop owner had suggested that a personal lubricant might be a good idea for both of them, so I got the industrial sized bottle of KY.

"What's Kentucky Jelly?" Paula asked.

"Never mind. Get naked." I replied.

Paula was on the bed. Laurel dowsed the little guy with a generous glob of lube and rubbed it at the entrance to Paula's tunnel of love, reloaded the lube and then gently started to apply a little judicious pressure. I held Paula's hand and told her to squeeze mine if she felt any pain. Miraculously, it slid in, and she looked from Laurel to me and then back at Laurel.

"It feels weird. Like I've got something inside me." She said after a minute or so.

"You do have something inside you." I pointed out. "Does it hurt at all?"

"No. There's definitely some pressure there, but it isn't painful." Paula explained.

"We'll leave it in there for eight or nine more minutes." I said. "That should be good for a first go. The store owner warned me about going overboard too fast."

Laurel grabbed the draw string and pulled gently but steadily as the plug emerged from Paula's hole.

"Wheee!" Paula said as it slid free.

"Tomorrow we'll leave it in a while longer and see if you can move around with it in." I suggested.

"You're in charge." Paula said.

Say what you want to, but Paula's first non-painful vaginal stimulation, coupled with their possession of a fierce strapon, had Paula's libido kicking into high gear. I left them to get to figure it out expecting that there was going to be some trial and error in getting the fit right.

I was not wrong on that score, but a half hour later it sounded like there was a rodeo going on in their room. When they finally came up for air a few hours later they were beaming. Paula in harness, proudly brandishing her girl cock with one hand, her other around Laurels waist.

"Best. Present. Evarrrr!" They said in unison.

It was the end of a full week of the smallest size plug. Laurel could slide it inside Paula without much effort and Paula was good with a couple hours at a time, moving around. As the week had progressed it seemed like her libido had increased slightly. It was time for size 2.

This would be a bit of a test. Size two was roughly the size of Laurel's knuckle that Paula had trouble taking back in the motel. As we had the first time, Laurel did the insertion and I held Paula's hand. Despite our mutual trepidation, Paula said it felt much like the initial insertion of the first one. Yes, there was more pressure, but no pain.

The wear times were easier to ramp up, and by the end of the next week, she was up to around three hours wear time, and had been for a few days.

Size 3 was half again as large, but she managed it. We gave it a few extra days. She claimed that walking around with it in, she could feel it rub around inside her. She said it felt dirty.

It was before we increased to size four that Laurel was able to finger fuck Paula for the first time. They took their time with it. One finger, lots and lots of lube.

"It's deeper... than the plug. It's okay. It's different. I like it." Paula said as Laurel gently fucked her pussy.

She didn't cum, but she did recognize her body react in ways that vastly differed from clitoral stimulation. She was starting to intuit a lot from her strapon sessions with Laurel.

Size five time came. A little bit thicker than my cock. As the glass plugs had gotten bigger, they'd gotten heavier and Paula swore they were giving her little orgasms from time to time depending on what she was doing.

Laurel was up to two fingers, and Paula was achieving full orgasm more often than not.

I had written to the Adult Book Store owner back in Boston. First telling him about our success, and then asking for his advice on anything we should be aware of.

What came back was a box and a letter. I read the letter first.

Dear Clem

Thank you for your patronage. Usually our clientele is looking for something for themselves and I remember you looking for something for your girls. The glass plugs will increase your woman's vaginal capacity, but once you get her right-sized, there must be maintenance or else she'll gradually revert.

Enclosed in this box are a set of Ben-Wa balls. Consider them a gift to you and your consorts. The diameter should be adequate to allow her to maintain her vaginal capacity. For some women, it is gold. For others it is inconsequential. May it be the former for yours.

Kindest Regards

Eugene.

What a nice gesture, I thought. A true gentleman.

It was Saturday morning, and we all had the day off. We'd planned to take a ride out to check one of the local vineyards, but Paula had other ideas.

"You're going to fuck me, Clem." Paula announced.

"Are you sure about this? I'll be way deeper than Laurel's fingers." I said.

"Oh, I'm sure, alright. Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this?" Paula whined. "I'm soooooo ready, Clem."

"Don't break her, Clem. You know how much work I've put into her!" Laurel reminded me.

"You think I don't?!" I replied.

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just... I really need her." Laurel said, looking sheepish.

"I haven't got all day..." Paula chimed in.

"Actually, you do." I pointed out. "Laurel, get the lube, we're going in."

That prompted a chuckle from the girls, but the gravity of the situation was clear. Love was to be made. We had the recipe, we had the ingredients, the oven was preheated.

I was hard. I had actually resigned myself long ago to the idea that I was to be the perpetual voyeur to Paula's lesbian cock-proof perfection. Now I was staring down at her picture-perfect tits, the head of my cock pressed up against the great barrier. I was about to enter uncharted territory. The first cock to successfully penetrate Paula's vagina. Houston, we are a go for launch.

"More lube." I said to Laurel.

"Shit, you're practically swimming in it." She remarked.

"Just... let's not fall down at the finish line here. More Lube." I said.

Her hand coated my already coated shaft and the head of my cock. Laurel's hand felt good. She knew what was on the line here. We all did.

"Okay, Paula. I'm going to start, and we're going to take it really easy. I mean a little at a time, and if it hurts you gotta let me know right away. Are you ready?" I asked.

Paula nodded once and I pushed my head against her hole.

"Relax, Paula. This won't work if you can't relax." I said. I could feel the tension in her body. I could see a little tear form in the corner of her eye.

"I know..." she whimpered.

I pulled back. "More lube." Laurel's hand was there. I eased back forward steady. Then, like storm clouds clearing, the tension melted. I felt the head of my cock, just inside her. I had boldly gone where no man had gone before. Wait. Strike that.

"You okay?" I asked.

"So far, yes." She replied. "It doesn't feel like a plug, or like a finger. It's squishy and hard at the same time."

"I'm going to go about as deep as the last plug, are you ready?" I asked.

"Yeah." She murmured.

When I got there, I pulled back slightly. I looked up to where Laurel sat. Bottle of lube in one hand, jilling off with the other.

"Okay, I'm going to go in about as far as Laurel's fingers go. You ready?" I asked.

"I'm so full. You're big. Go slow." She asked.

She was tight. Tighter than any girl I'd ever had. By a lot. And I wasn't that big.

I was finally starting to fuck her. Slow strokes to where Laurel's fingers had gone. She was moaning low and holding Laurel's hand. I watched Laurel lean in for a kiss, and felt Paula clench, then relax on my cock. I was now in unexplored territory.

"So full. So full. Is this what it feels like, Laurel?" Paula groaned.

"Follow it, baby. Just follow it." Laurel looked up and caught my eyes she was smiling at me but her eyes were wet.

Every ten or fifteen strokes I went just a little deeper. Paula was trembling beneath me, but it was on a different frequency now. Her hips had been pinned to the mattress at first, but now she had started to roll into me a little bit. I felt myself bottom out in her pussy.

The wetness of the lube had faded, Paula's natural essences had taken over. It smelled like sex. I felt her clamp down on my shaft, her back arching upwards, her eyes rolling back as she reached for Laurel.

It had taken a long time to get here. Paula was fucking me. Laurel had mounted her face her hands on my shoulders as she pussy fucked Paula's mouth. She looked me straight in the eyes.

"Make her cum again, Clem. Or so help me God..." Laurel growled at me.

I was as deep as I could go in her. I was going as hard as I could without spouting off. Laurel was face-sitting her as she came again, letting just a little more of me inside her. It would take time. I was willing to do whatever it took. When I busted in her, she grabbed my wrists and came the hardest of all.

Paula had a house to show. I'd gotten word of a little farmer's market a couple of towns away. Laurel was quiet on most of the ride out.

"You're upset." I finally pointed out.

"I'm upset. It's what I wanted more than anything, but I'm upset. Leave me alone." Laurel half sobbed to me.

"Look, we just won't go there again. I get it." I said.

"No. you don't get it. You think you do, but you're totally fucking clueless." Laurel said to me, grabbing my wrist.

"This was step by step. Every step of the way. If you wanted me to back off, all you had to do was ask." I said.

"I'm fucking pregnant." Laurel said. "It's so fucked up. You're doing great at work, Paula is closing deals on houses like whoa, and I'm working the cosmetics counter at Woolworths... with a bun in the oven."

"I didn't know..." I started.

"I know. We worked so hard to get you up in her pussy and then a few days beforehand, and I'm totally sidelined." Laurel broke down. "It wasn't suppose to go down like this."

"Whoa. Take it easy, Laurel." I offered.

"I know. I'm not the fragile one..." she sobbed.

"You sure of that?" I asked.

"It just feels like suddenly I'm a third wheel, now." She said, glumly.

"Laurel. You and Paula... you're a package deal. I knew that from the first night. If anyone's a third wheel here, it's me. It wasn't my first time with you. There was a girl back at the strip. She'd fuck just about anyone who'd buy her a sixpack. There was an older girl from Chile who would come up during harvest season, who straddled me in the barn whenever she got the notion." I said.

"Why are you telling me this?" Laurel complained.

"Because the night you came to me in bed. It wasn't an impulse. You and Paula had discussed it. You didn't want to do it just to get off. What I felt from you wasn't just sexual relief, we connected in a way that I wasn't expecting. But it wasn't just you, because Paula and You are a package deal." I said.

"But I'm gonna get big, and maybe I won't want to fuck very much. I'm gonna swell up like a tick, in weird places, and you guys are gonna stop loving me." Laurel choked.

"Not gonna happen. I promise. Look. Talk to Paula. She's gonna tell you the same thing." I reassured.

The next 7 or so months were no picnic. Laurel's libido all but evaporated. Paula and I fucked several times a week, but only when Laurel wasn't around because it seemed to irritate her. After Ellis was born, Laurel's sex drive came back in with her milk. In both cases, a tidal wave.

Penetrative sex was off the table for a while yet, but Paula and she went at it four or five times a day when they could manage it. Laurel's boobs had grown at least a cup size, and despite Paula's best efforts to keep her drained, she'd soak through a nursing bra in an hour or two. We had like, fifty of them in steady rotation.

Paula had found us a house. It was cute. It needed some work, but the price was right. 3 bedroom drive under two car parking in the basement. Not too far from downtown. We'd closed and moved in, just as Ellis turned 3 months old.

I'd gotten an old 66 F100 pickup and we'd spent a month or so picking up mostly second hand furniture. One big score was the bed. King-sized and barely broken in, it wasn't a fancy frame, but it was solid. The move toward cohabitation had been a steady one, and the master bedroom was picture-perfect for the three of us.

It was the weekend and I had gotten the urge to do a little fishing. I'd gotten pretty lucky and hit my limit on trout by mid morning. Slipping in the kitchen door I could hear the girls going at it in the bedroom. Not unusual. But when I peeked around the doorjamb I saw something that was.

Laurel was in the strapon harness and was railing the daylights out of Paula. Who was cumming in a torrent of lascivious encouragements.

"Look at you!" I giggled at both of them.

"Yeah! You're not the only one who can fuck Paula now, mister." Laurel teased. "Take it, bitch!" She said thrusting hard into Paula's drenched cunt and playfully slapping her ass.

"Yeah, but I'm still the only one in the house who can knock her up! Ha!" I teased back.

"We'll see about that, mister!" Laurel shot back.

Woe betide me, who had only for a moment forgotten that once Laurel sunk her teeth into a challenge... you might as well just hang on.

"She said it's called tribbing." Laurel claimed.

"How's it work?" Paula asked.

"We kind of get like scissored so that we can grind our pussies and clits together." Laurel explained.

"And we can get off like that?" Paula asked doubtfully.

"She claims we can. Yes." Laurel confirmed.

"This I gotta see." I smirked.

The girls got naked. Paula on the bottom and Laurel on the top. At first they kept shifting positions as they tried to get their pussies oriented just right. Pretty soon it appeared to be working, and Paula was moaning as Laurel did most of the work. Paula started to grind with her hips and they hit a rhythm.

"God, Laurel. There. Just like that... oh shit! I'm so close." Paula groaned as she started to cum. Laurel followed a couple of thrusts later. I was stroking my cock to beat the band.

"So, you can make each other cum by fucking your pussies together. I still don't get it." I said.

"Well what if my pussy was full of sperm." Laurel postulated. "And what if she were ovulating when I fucked her with my sperm filled pussy?"

"You would have to have a guy to have just cum in you." I said.

"You're not as dumb as you look. You're catching on..." Laurel grinned.

"Sounds like a longshot, if you ask me." I said.

"So what? It'll be a hell of a fun longshot." Lauren laughed. "Of course if you don't want to. I noticed this cute guy at the meat counter in the grocery store..."

"Fuck you! I'm in, already!" I shouted.

"Good boy. Believe me you'll thank me for this someday." Laurel smarmed.

So, life was mostly normal, except when Paula was ovulating. And then it was like being on an amusement park ride. Only one with a Jizz theme. Paula would fuck the daylights out of me, milk my cock like a pro, and slap, she was on Paula and they were slip slidin' away. Lather, rinse, repeat, until I couldn't get it up anymore, then rest until I could.

I surprised myself. The squishing sound of my cum sloshing between their pussies, was an absolute aphrodisiac, and my reload times were remarkably short, compared to normal.

And while it was most definitely a longshot, Right after Ellis' second birthday, when Paula was due to get her period, she didn't. All three of us held our breaths for the next couple of weeks until we could do a test. She came out of the bathroom and put it down on the kitchen table.

We read the directions on the box like fifteen more times to make sure we'd done it right. And then Laurel reached for it looked at the test window and blushed, inflating like a peacock.

"I'm gonna be a Daddy!" She screamed throwing her arms around Paula and giving her a big kiss.

Austin was born by C-Section. The doctor said that due to Paula's history and from what he'd observed it would be the safer route. When he turned 1 I bought an old truck bed camper, we took all of August off and drove down to the Florida Keys. Ellis was a riot asking about every roadside tourist trap we passed. I'd take the kids for walks on the beach so the girls cold make love, and then one of 'em would do the same for me.

By the time the kids were in school the landscape in Ashville had started to take a more artistic turn. Laurel had gotten into Yoga and had opened a little studio downtown. Paula was one of the top producing real estate agents in the county. I got a job as a line mechanic on one of the many Nascar teams that dotted the lakes west of Charlotte.

Offseason we'd travel as a family. Ellis and Austin eventually moving off in their own directions. We were mostly retired now. The Maverick, sits down cellar, and still runs like a top. Some day's I sneak down there and push Herb Alpert into the 8 track player, and think of a 19 year old kid hitchhiking in Northern Maine, about to meet the two lesbians who would be the loves of his life.