Love Times 2 - Pt 12

Love Times 2

Part 12 of 15

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We met Regina in Chapter 11; Kurt is less insecure about the chances of Reg persuading Yvonne to break up with him. This three-way relationship evolves in Chapter 12 of this 15-part series.

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I continued to visit Yvonne on campus. Sometimes she invited Reg to join us. We had more threesomes, of course, but we also enjoyed things that had nothing to do with sex. They were fond of a local dance club frequented by other students, and Reg and Yvonne said they liked it when I took them there. If they went alone, guys hit on them so often that it was hard to enjoy a night of dancing. My presence tended to repel other males. They claimed my big muscles made me especially repellent. I can't adequately describe how much I enjoyed hearing that.

It was late in the semester when Yvonne called with some bad news.

"I just learned something disturbing," she said. "I'm going to do something about it, and I want you to know in advance."

It turned out that Reg didn't have enough money to pay for her next semester's tuition. "She's scraped up every cent she can find, and she's $2,000 short," Yvonne said. "I'm going to tell her that I'll pay that last $2,000. She's almost ready to graduate. I can't let her drop out of her final semester because she's broke."

"Why can't her parents help her?" I asked.

"That's complicated," Yvonne said. "Reg isn't on good terms with her family."

"What's the problem?" I asked.

"They do not approve of her lifestyle," Yvonne said. "I'm not sure how much of this I can share with you. I haven't asked Reg for permission to discuss this with anyone. But they don't care if she graduates. It's a mess."

"It sounds like it," I said.

We talked for a few minutes, then I got a better idea.

"Instead of giving Reg $2,000, give her $5,000," I said. "It sounds as though she's completely broke. If you only give her enough to pay her tuition, she'll start the next semester without a cent in her pocket. She'll constantly struggle to buy food, clothes, and other necessities. If you give her $5,000, she'll have enough surplus cash to make it to the end of the semester without being under constant financial pressure."

"I don't have that much in my account," Yvonne said.

"No problem. I'll put $5,000 in your account. Say it's a gift from me," I said. "A gesture like that should help Reg know we appreciate how much she does for both of us."

"That's very generous, Kurt," Yvonne said. "But it's an awful lot of money."

"No, it's not," I said. "It seems like a lot to you because you're an impoverished student. To me, $5,000 is nothing. It won't significantly affect my cash flow. But it will make a huge difference to Reg. It's nice that this is a problem that can be solved by throwing money at it. Those are my favorite problems."

The next day, I got a call from Reg.

"Yvonne told me what you want to do," she said. "I can't accept your money, man."

"Of course you can. Reg, please - take the money," I said. "You've been very kind to me and Yvonne. You've become part of our lives. There's no way we can let you drop out of college when you are so close to graduation. It would mean a lot to me if you accepted this gift."

We talked for a few minutes, and Reg finally agreed. Then she said something that made me wonder about her background. "I've had a lot of bad luck when it comes to men," she said. "I don't know where Yvonne found you, but I'm jealous."

Bad luck with men. What did that mean? It seemed like a topic for another time. The important thing at that moment was that I got Reg to promise to use the $5,000 to have the best semester possible. She got choked up before the conversation was over.

In my experience, acts of generosity do more for the giver than the taker. Giving Reg the money to finish college helped her at a moment when she needed help, but it also gave me a feeling that I'd done something important. She deserved a break, and I was happy to be in a position to give it to her.

My life has been a series of blessings. Lots of people have helped me in important ways, starting with my parents. It sounds as though the list of folks who've helped Reg is a lot shorter; I'm blessed to be able to add my name to that list.

A couple of weeks later, I drove to campus for my regular meeting with Yvonne. When I got to our hotel room, I found her there with Reg. They were both wearing sexy lingerie.

It's going to be a nice weekend! I thought to myself.

"Reg wants to thank you," Yvonne said.

They began removing my clothes. "Nobody has ever done anything like that for me, man," Reg said. They guided me to a chair, and after I sat down, Reg began stroking my cock. I was already about half erect, and it didn't take long for Reg to make me hard as hickory. She sucked the head between her lips, and soon she pulled me deep into her warm, wet mouth.

"Reg has never given a blowjob before," Yvonne said softly. "She's never sucked a cock. You're her first."

For a blowjob virgin, Reg seemed pleasingly enthusiastic. I watched her head bob up and down in my lap as Yvonne came closer to me. She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and guided her breast toward my mouth. "How many guys get to have so much sex with two hot women?" Yvonne asked as she slipped one nipple between my lips.

I couldn't help remembering that I also had sex regularly with Cyndi and Taylor, although never as a threesome. What I had with Yvonne and Reg was so good that I was crazy to jeopardize it by being with other women, but I couldn't resist that temptation. All I could do was push the notion from my mind and concentrate on enjoying what Reg and Yvonne were doing.

Reg wasn't great at cocksucking, but she was excellent for a beginner. "Remember to stroke him off," Yvonne said. In response, Reg wrapped one hand around the part of my shaft that didn't fit in her mouth. She squeezed me and started jacking up and down. That made everything feel a lot better.

I hadn't had sex for a few days, so my balls were full. It wouldn't take much to make me climax. This was Reg's first blowjob, and I didn't want to prolong it enough to make her jaw sore. "I'm going to cum," I said, figuring she needed some warning if she didn't want me to cum in her mouth.

That was not her intention. Yvonne got down on her knees and whispered into Reg's ear. "Suck a little harder when he starts," she said. "Swallow it as fast as you can. There's going to be a lot. Suck it all down."

And that's exactly what happened. I came over and over, shooting big blasts of my seed into her little mouth. She struggled at first, but Reg eventually figured it out. Suck and swallow. Suck and swallow. It wasn't the finest I've gotten, but you know what they say: There's no such thing as a bad blowjob.

Yvonne watched closely, and she had a big smile on her face when it was over. "You did great, babe," Yvonne said. "Didn't she do great, Kurt?"

"Reg, that was wonderful. Very generous," I said. "I appreciate it. Thanks for making me your first."

She looked pleased with herself. Reg rubbed my limp cock against her cheek, making me think she wished it wasn't over. "After that, you must be pretty horny," Yvonne said. Reg didn't say anything, but she looked at Yvonne and nodded.

"Get over here," Yvonne said, pulling Reg to her feet and guiding her to the bed. "Kurt is going to be out of commission for a while, babe. Let's put on a show. Give him something to watch until his cock recovers."

Yvonne shoved Reg down on the mattress and climbed on top of her. She kissed her, hard, gripping her face between her hands. They began to grind against each other, and it was obvious they were both aroused. The fact that I'd just had an orgasm didn't prevent me from loving what I saw. There's something endlessly exciting about girl-on-girl sex, especially when it's happening right in front of you.

Although it started with Yvonne as the aggressor, it wasn't long until Reg wrapped her arms around Yvonne and wrestled her to her back. Reg - who is always more dominant - pinned Yvonne's arms over her head as she kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples. Yvonne squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth as Reg forced her to submit.

This went on and on, and soon I noticed that my cock was getting hard again. I was beginning to look for a way to join the action when I saw Reg slip her hand between Yvonne's legs. "Ohhhh... babe... God...." Yvonne said. The look on her face showed that Yvonne was about to climax, and soon I saw her legs begin to tremble as the orgasm shook her. "That's right, baby. Cum for me," Reg whispered as Yvonne's climax continued.

Seeing all this action was so exciting that I had to get involved. From my angle, I could see that Reg's pussy was glistening with excitement. I walked to the bed, grabbed Reg by the legs, and flipped her roughly onto her back.

"It's your turn now, Reg," I said, getting on top of her body and placing my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I tried to shove the head inside as roughly as I could, but she was so wet and excited that I slipped into her easily. A few seconds later, she climaxed, calling out as the orgasm peaked. Feeling her shaking beneath me was so thrilling that I would have cum if Reg hadn't done such a good job draining my balls a few minutes earlier. Instead, I kept pounding into her hot pussy. I thought it would be exciting to make her climax again, so I got to work trying to make that happen. She liked what I was doing, but I recognized that she didn't like it enough to have another orgasm anytime soon.

Then Yvonne got into the act. She gave Reg a soulful, passionate kiss. "Don't you just love Kurt's cock?" Yvonne asked before kissing her again. "Don't you just love it?" She reached down and squeezed one of Reg's breasts, then kissed her some more.

That did it. Reg began gasping for breath, saying, "Oh... oh... oh, you guys... you guys are making me... making me cum... " I felt the contractions in her pussy as another climax began. Yvonne giggled as Reg tossed her head from side to side. "You look so hot," Yvonne said. "I love watching you cum."

Reg slowly relaxed, and I felt her body go limp beneath me. I didn't think I could climax again without a lot of work, so I relaxed too. My cock was still hard when I pulled out of Reg and stretched out on my back. It took a few minutes, but my dick eventually got soft again.

"We plan to fuck your brains out all weekend," Yvonne told me. "Helping Reg finish college is a nice thing for you to do, Kurt, and we figure you deserve a reward."

"You have my permission," I said. "I doubt that I can keep up with two women as hot as you, but I'll do my best."

"I can't thank you enough, man," Reg said. "You don't know how much this means to me."

"You are most welcome, Reg," I said. "Tell me more about this plan to 'fuck my brains out.' Do we need any special equipment?"

"You're well equipped already," Yvonne said, wrapping her hand around my cock. "Just relax and leave everything to us."

We got out of bed and got dressed. Yvonne said she wanted me to take them to dinner, then out dancing. That sounded fine to me, although I thought it conflicted with the whole "fuck my brains out" plan. The girls wore sexy dresses, and I took them to a fancy restaurant.

Our conversation started with a discussion of what the girls planned to do after graduation. Yvonne talked about how much she looked forward to seeing me every day, and that she had some ideas for some new business ventures with the studio. A lot of studios make extra money by selling things like T-shirts and coffee mugs decorated with people's photos. Dad was never interested in that kind of stuff, and after he died, I never had the time. But Yvonne liked the concept, so I'd be happy to let her try it.

Reg repeated what she'd already told us both. "I have no idea what I'll do after graduation," she said. "I'm not sure at all that I'll be able to get any job in my field. There are a lot more kids graduating with degrees in fine arts than there are jobs. I'll probably end up working at Walmart or some Amazon fulfillment center. Honestly, I've done worse."

She'd done worse? That sounded interesting. "What's worse than Walmart?" I asked.

There was a long pause. Yvonne got a nervous look on her face, and I realized that I'd asked an awkward question.

"I worked as an exotic dancer. A stripper, man," Reg said. "It was not my finest hour."

Reg looked profoundly sad. I felt the need to say something supportive.

"It's honest work," I said.

"Not the way I did it," she replied. "I worked for a club that was a front for prostitution. The dancers were expected to have sex with customers who paid enough. Some of the girls gave hand jobs. Some of them gave blowjobs. Others were happy to have full-on sex with guys in the VIP room. It was a horrible place. I only worked there because I was desperate. I never fucked anybody or gave any blowjobs, but I jerked a lot of guys off. It was disgusting, man."

"Tell Kurt about getting kicked out of your parents' house," Yvonne said.

Reg sighed. She looked desperately tired. "On the day I graduated from high school, my parents packed up my stuff and put me out of the house," she said. "I haven't seen either one of them since."

"But... why?" I asked.

"When I was in high school, I realized that I was attracted to females. I liked boys too, but I've always been drawn to beautiful women... like Yvonne," Reg said, reaching for Yvonne and taking her hand. "I made the mistake of telling my parents how I felt. Wrong move, man.

"My parents were both born in Mexico, and they believe in a very traditional form of Catholic doctrine," Reg said. "The church they attend is blatantly homophobic, and the idea that their daughter was sexually attracted to girls opened a rift between us. My parents told the priest about me, and he took it upon himself to make sure everybody else in the parish knew I was queer. My life turned to shit overnight.

"In retrospect, I didn't handle it well. I should have just stayed in the closet until I was old enough to live on my own. But I was a rebellious teenager who liked confronting my parents' sexist beliefs, and I paid the price.

"Still, it was a shock when I came home from my graduation ceremony and found all my stuff packed up on the front porch. I didn't have anywhere to go. The only job I could find that paid enough to support me was in a sleazy strip club. So I became a stripper."

"I'm sorry that happened to you," I said. "Your parents sound like horrible people."

"That's not the whole story, Kurt," Yvonne said. "Reg, tell Kurt the rest. Tell him what you told me."

"Well, I made pretty good money as a dancer, man," Reg said. "Most of the other girls were older. A lot of them were drunks or drug users. I was an 18-year-old kid who'd never had a beer, used drugs, or smoked a cigarette. I was the cutest dancer, so the customers liked me.

"The problem was that the owner liked me too," she said. "He was the kind of guy who made the dancers have sex with him. Every night, he'd pick one girl, take her to his office, then bend her over his desk and fuck her. He tried to get me to do this, but I refused. I got away with it for a while because I was his top earner, and he didn't want to chase me away.

"That worked until one night when he got a little drunker than usual. He dragged me back into his office. I was yelling and screaming, but nobody did anything. No customers. No employees. Nobody. He was more than twice my size, so he forced himself on me. He... he...." Reg's voice trailed away.

"Oh, Reg, that's horrible!" I said.

"Yeah. It was horrible," Reg replied. She got quiet and stayed that way.

"The story isn't over, Kurt," Yvonne said. "Reg, you've got to tell him the rest."

Reg looked weary, but she resumed. "After he raped me, I ran outside, got in my car, and drove home," Reg said. "I was hurt. And ashamed. But I was also mad. I was mad at him, but I was also mad at all the people who could have helped me, but who did nothing. As time went by, I got madder and madder and madder. I finally decided what I wanted to do.

"I drove to an all-night gas station and bought a bunch of cans of gasoline," Reg said. "I drove back to the club after closing hours, parked in the back, and broke a basement window. I poured all that gas into the basement, then set it on fire. The place was burning pretty good as I drove away.

"I knew the cops would have no trouble figuring out that it was arson, and the owner would know I was the one who'd done it. So I packed up my stuff and drove out of town before dawn. I figured they'd find me eventually, but I thought I might be able to elude them for a long time. Make it hard for them.

"A few weeks later, I got a phone call from one of the other dancers. She was a friend of mine. She told me that the owner told the cops he had no idea why anyone would burn down his business. He realized that if he ratted me out, I'd tell the cops that I did it because he raped me, just like he raped lots of the other dancers.

"Being exposed as a rapist was a bigger problem than having the arson investigators suspect he'd torched his own business, so he kept his mouth shut. The insurance company rejected his claim, and he wound up declaring bankruptcy. I was off the hook. Nobody ever came after me."

I was shocked, of course. "Wow. Reg... I had no idea," I said. "That's terrible. I can't describe how awful that makes me feel."

"Yeah, man, I appreciate it," she said. "I'm not sure who upsets me more. I'm pretty mad at the asshole who owned the club, and I loathe my parents. I go back and forth over who I hate the most."

"Kurt, you need to know that Reg spent a couple of weeks in hiding. When she realized the cops weren't after her, she came here and enrolled in classes," Yvonne said. "She'd done a pretty good job saving money under the table, and the financial aid office gave her a lot of scholarship money because she was an unemployed teenager. Since her parents were not supporting her education, she qualified for a lot of assistance. But it's been hard. That's why she ran out of money for the next semester. She doesn't have anyone to help her."

"That's not true, Reg," I said. "You have us. You can always count on me and Yvonne to help you in any way we can."

There was a long pause, then Reg began to cry. And cry, and cry, and cry. Yvonne wrapped her arms about Reg, and I took her hand. The waiter saw what was happening, so he stayed away from the table for a few minutes. The evening was not turning out the way I'd expected. Reg's story explained a lot. She'd always seemed a bit mysterious to me; now I knew why.

I've always felt that normal guys have an instinctual need to protect the women in their lives. It's part of our nature - or should be. At that moment, I felt very inadequate. It seemed to me that I should have taken more interest in Reg from the moment we met. I felt I should have given her more help before she became so desperate that she was in danger of dropping out. It was obvious that I needed to be more observant.

Pretty soon, Reg managed to calm down, and we finished our dinner. I drove them to the club, then ordered cocktails. Since I was the designated driver, I stuck with soft drinks for the evening. The girls began smiling more after having drinks; I got the feeling that the alcohol helped dispel lingering bad feelings from the tense conversation we had during dinner.

The DJ started playing beats, so we all began to dance. That improved the mood even more. In my experience, exercise is the best way to get rid of a bad mood, and I thought that an evening of dancing and drinking was just what Reg needed to feel better. Things took an unexpected turn when the DJ took a break, and we went back to our table. Reg spotted a friend of hers, so she went over to say hello. She came back with three pink pills.

"I got us some Ecstasy," Reg said. "Have you ever taken E, Kurt?"

"Years ago," I replied. "I took it a few times when I was in college. I liked it - mainly. Haven't tried it since then."

"Want some now?" she asked.

I was tempted. As a college student, I loved the way Ecstasy made me feel when I listened to music. It was especially pleasant when I danced.

But I knew that if I took some, I'd still be tripping when it was time to drive home. That idea didn't appeal to me, so I told the girls I wanted to remain sober until I got us all home. Reg and Yvonne each took one tablet, then split the tablet that Reg got for me.

I was glad Reg's friend gave her the pills. Nothing makes people feel happier than a good dose of Ecstasy. I thought Reg could benefit from a little bliss.

Besides, I figured I'd benefit, too. Ecstasy is notoriously effective at making people horny. It induces a euphoria that makes sex spectacular. We were on the dance floor when the drug started taking effect. Pretty soon, Reg and Yvonne started acting like kittens who wanted their bellies scratched. They began by rubbing up against me and each other. Soon, they started giving each other deep, passionate kisses. This attracted a lot of attention from the other dancers, who obviously enjoyed watching two hot girls making out in public.

Then they began taking turns kissing me, which got even more attention from the other dancers. People on Ecstasy often get dopey expressions on their faces while they feel euphoric, and it was obvious to everybody in the club that Reg and Yvonne were tripping balls.

But it didn't matter. They weren't hurting anybody, and the club was a safe place to get high. I was their designated driver. Lots of people were drunk, and I assumed that many others had smoked weed or used some kind of party drug. The only thing different about Reg and Yvonne was that they were making it look like they wanted to have sex with each other - and with me. I'm sure that plenty of people figured we were involved in something kinky. Some of the guys looked at me like I was the luckiest dude in the world.

They weren't wrong.

As the night went on, both girls spent more time getting physical with me and each other. Both of them did a lot of twerking that involved rubbing their asses against my cock. Both of them rubbed their tits against my chest, back, and arms. I was semi-erect for much of the evening. They could tell they were making me hard, of course, and they acted as though that was the funniest thing imaginable. Hardy har har.

We stayed at the club until it closed. Thanks to the Ecstasy, the girls never wanted to stop dancing, and they seemed to have unlimited energy. I had to gulp down a couple of energy drinks to keep up with them. They were giggling and hugging each other as I led them from the club to my car, and they were still in a great mood when we got back to our hotel room.

"That was great! Just great! I loved it," Yvonne said.

"Me too. And I love you," Reg said, pulling Yvonne into a passionate kiss.

"I love you, Reg," she replied. "And so does Kurt. You love Reg, don't you, Kurt?"

Uh-oh. Yvonne was putting me on the spot. The only woman who'd heard me say "I love you" was Yvonne, and that happened after I'd given the topic a lot of sane, sensible reflection. I hadn't had time to ask myself if I loved Reg.

Did I have feelings for her? Of course I did. But love? I wasn't sure. This wasn't the kind of conversation three people should have when two of them happen to be tripping.

But I had to say something, and I knew Reg would feel bad if I said the wrong thing.

"I love both of you," I said, pulling the girls into a three-way hug. "You two make me happier than I've ever been before. Reg, I'm grateful to Yvonne for bringing you into my life. I hope you stay in my life forever."

And that was that. I was committed. It was too late to worry that I might be making a mistake. Our hug got a little tighter, and I saw that Reg was getting emotional. "I love you too, man," she said. "You two make me happier than I've ever been before. I love you both."

In the months ahead, I got to know a little more about the difficulties Reg encountered in her life. In addition to the awful treatment she'd received from her parents and her boss at the strip club, she'd had a hard time at college. For obvious reasons, she felt alone and lonely when school began. She'd tried dating some college boys, hoping to find the affection and support she needed.

Instead, she met a series of fuckboys willing to say anything to get her to bed. Reg heard so many lies from so many liars that she finally decided she'd give up on men. She began dating women exclusively. That's why she started dating Yvonne, and her anti-men attitude continued until she met me. I'm proud to know that I convinced Reg that some men are worth knowing - and that cocks are the Best! Thing!! Ever!!!

I also learned that when Reg began having sex with Yvonne, she was very skeptical of me. When Yvonne said how much she loved me, Reg thought I must be an aging, predatory fuckboy who'd told Yvonne a bunch of lies just to get a young hottie into bed. One reason she accepted Yvonne's invitation to give me a threesome for my birthday was that she wanted to find some evidence that I was a liar and a manipulator. It took a long time for her to accept that I genuinely loved Yvonne.

In the fullness of time, I realized that things would have gone very differently if either of the girls had discovered I was having regular sex with Taylor and Cyndi. Increasingly, I saw that I was taking too big a risk by continuing those relationships. I had to stop before my infidelity was discovered.

But at that moment, the main thing I knew was that Reg was overwhelmed by my declaration of love. Ecstasy tends to make people feel more emotional, and I could tell that both girls were getting high from the loving vibe in the room. They were also getting horny, which is another thing Ecstasy promotes.

"We need to thank Kurt for being such a good boyfriend to both of us," Yvonne said. "What do you think, Reg? Should we do something nice for Kurt?"

If you've ever spent much time with people who've taken Ecstasy, you've probably seen a certain kind of facial expression that appears when one of them is overwhelmed by the desire for sex. Both girls had been thinking about sex for much of the evening, and the expressions on their faces showed that they were becoming overwhelmed with arousal.

Without a word, they began removing my clothes. Off came my shirt, shoes, and pants. Off came my boxers. I was nude, and they were fully clothed.

"If you want to do something nice for me, this would be a good time to get naked," I said. The girls giggled, then helped each other remove their clothes. I put some slow dance beats on the music player, and pretty soon, the girls were rubbing up against me in time with the rhythm.

My cock was so hard it ached. The head was a faint shade of purple. It had been hours since the girls drained my balls, and they'd teased me mercilessly on the dance floor. I was overdue for some relief.

"I need some pussy," I whispered. "Who wants to volunteer?"

"Me! Me!" Yvonne said.

"I volunteer, man!" Reg said.

"There's plenty for both of you, but you've got to take turns," I replied. They laughed as though I'd made the funniest comment in the history of humor. Ecstasy does that to some people. It makes mildly comical things seem hilarious.

The girls led me to bed, so I stretched out on my back. It seemed like a good time to let them do the work. After all, they'd promised to "fuck my brains out" all weekend. It was time to for them to prove they were sincere.

They decided that Reg would go first. She climbed on top, then rubbed her pussy against my cock until we were both nice and wet. Reg finally guided me into her passage, then slowly lowered her body down. "Ohhhhh... God... Kurt!!!!" she exclaimed when she shoved me as deep as she could. Reg began moving up and down in time with the music. We'd been dancing all night, and Reg wasn't ready to stop.

She raised her hands above her head, closed her eyes, and moved her lower body like a belly dancer. Back and forth. Right and left. Up and down. Around and around and around. She looked like a moving erotic sculpture, and she felt even better. She's like my private exotic dancer, I thought to myself. I kept that idea to myself, however, because I didn't know if Reg wanted to be reminded of the time she spent working as a stripper.

She began moving faster and faster as she got more excited. Yvonne ran her hands over Reg's body, squeezing her boobs and caressing her undulating abs. Soon, Yvonne reached down and began massaging Reg's clit. That got an immediate response. Reg began moaning loudly, squeezing her breasts, and showing us signs that her climax was about to happen.

When her orgasm finally arrived, it was one of the strongest I'd ever seen. She cried out so loudly that I'm sure that guests in the room next door could tell we were having sex. Powerful contractions of her vaginal muscles made my cock want to explode, but I managed to avoid that. It would have felt wonderful, but I knew Yvonne was counting on me to satisfy her next.

Reg fell forward, then rolled off my body. I'd come so close to climaxing that my wet cock was quivering. Yvonne acted like she wanted to climb on next, but I told her to wait a minute. "I need some time to relax," I said.

"Baby, I'm so hot I can barely stand it," Yvonne said. "I need you. I need you now. I need you bad."

Comments like that did nothing to help me calm down. I pulled Yvonne in for a passionate kiss, then reached down to massage her needy pussy. I let her straddle me as soon as I thought I wasn't in imminent danger of exploding. The aroused expression on her face said that she was almost as excited as me. It would be a race to see who came first.

Reg and Yvonne are both beautiful, sexy women. But Yvonne is in a special class. She is one of those rare women who possess the kind of striking appearance found in supermodels and movie stars. It's the reason I was so overwhelmed the time I saw her mowing my lawn in a skimpy outfit. Watching Yvonne lower her sexy body onto my cock was almost unbearably exciting. Feeling the strong grip of her pussy was so stimulating that I knew I couldn't control myself much longer.

I wanted to delay my climax. Yvonne deserved more time enjoying my cock. But none of that mattered. Both girls had spent hours arousing me. I couldn't take any more. My long-delayed orgasm began, sending blast after blast into Yvonne's hot pussy. I felt like a failure because my climax was premature.

My orgasm was almost over when I felt Yvonne begin to cum. Her climax was nothing special. It was orders of magnitude weaker than the one delivered by Reg. I doubt that she would have cum at all if she hadn't taken Ecstasy earlier. But it put a smile on her face, and it guaranteed that our evening ended on a happy note.

We finally settled in for a good night's sleep. I pulled up the covers on all three of us; Reg was in the middle, with me on one side and Yvonne on the other. As the girls got quiet, I felt moved to tell them what I was thinking.

"Ladies, what just happened here was wonderful. Amazing. As a man, I am blessed to have such fabulous women in my life and my bed. But the best thing to happen today was hearing that you both love me. Reg, I am so grateful to have your love. Yvonne, you gave me a new reason to love you when you brought Reg into our lives. Our little romance got a lot bigger when that happened.

"I want you both to know that I want to spend the rest of my life making you girls as happy as I can."

They both kissed me, then Yvonne kissed Reg. We went to sleep in each other's arms.

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That turned out well. It may have turned out too well. What about the fact that Kurt is actively cheating with Cyndi and Taylor? Find out more in Chapter 13 of the 15-part series "Love Times 2."