Hidden Myth

When is Angela going to get back with some answers? We'd only been gone from the real world for about half an hour, while spending hours in the Shadow World. She must be spending weeks there.

Or has she abandoned me?

"Who are these two?" I hear the sweet dulcet tones of Brooke's voice, interrupting my thoughts. My heart drops, as I realize how this must look to the woman who saved my life so many years ago and who I've had a massive crush on since I was old enough to be interested in boobs.

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"You really don't have to explain," Brooke says to me, for what feels like the hundredth time. "I'm just glad to finally see you with a woman. . . or two. I was beginning to think you were gay."

"What? NO!" I protest. Why did she have to walk out, just as we were heading up to my apartment?

Brooke saved my life when I was just a little kid, and for some reason has always looked after me. I'd been boating with my family, when the ship must have capsized, dumping us all in the lake. My parent's bodies were found fairly quickly, but I hadn't washed up on shore for two whole days. No one could explain how I'd survived for two days, least of all me. What I know now, is mainly due to reading the reports afterwards. I remember almost nothing from that day, or the two following, other than a sense of darkness and fear. Brooke had been the one to find me, and now here she is again, finding me with two women!

"Well I can see that now," she replies jovially, giving the two women a wink. It's only then that I realize she's teasing me. Why am I even letting Becky and Lisa into my apartment anyway? Because some subtle instinct had told me I should? Pshaw! I should have left them back at work! No use now.

Embarrassed I quickly unlock my door, fumbling my keys only twice, and throw the door open, rushing through as if escaping a dangerous beast.

"Was that your girlfriend?" Becky asks me, flipping her braided brown hair over her shoulder.

"No, she just saved my life when we were kids, and we've been friends ever since," I reply with perhaps a little more heat than I mean to.

"Okay, okay, I was just asking," she says defensively. "She is very pretty though. Wish I had eyes that green."

"Oh, stop, Becky," Lisa finally pipes up. "You're beautiful too. How else did you entice this stud back to your place? I saw how everyone was treating him there, and he chose to walk away with you. Hell, he has that hot body across the hall, and he still brought us up here."

Wow! If ever I need a cheerleader, Lisa is the one to choose.

"You're right, Lees," Becky tells her friend, shortening the Blonde's name. She turns to me, and places her hand on my chest. "He did bring us up here. Do you think he wants to do vile and dirty things to us?"

I open my mouth to protest that that's not why I'd brought them up here, but Lisa's hands come from nowhere to wrap around me, and I hear her say, "I certainly hope so."

"Now, wait," I finally find my voice, but before I can say more, Becky's hand pulls my head down to her level, plants her lips on mine, and I forget what I was about to say. My arms go around the brunette's short, slender form, and pull her tighter to me, picking her up and deeper into the kiss. I can feel Lisa's breasts pressed against my back, while her hands unsnap my pants, and dig into my boxers to find my hardening cock.

Moaning into the kiss as Lisa begins rubbing the head of my penis, I set the short woman back down and start working on Becky's pants. Lust has overtaken me, and I desperately want to rip into these two pretty women. As soon as her pants are on the floor, I break the kiss, and pull up her shirt. She's wearing a tan bra today, and without hesitation I pull down the left cup and latch onto her nipple, sucking hard, and making her moan.

My pants hit the floor a moment later, and I sense Lisa getting between us as I'm hunched over, and she gently massages my scrotum. "My God, Becky. I still can't believe you fit this beast down your throat."

"Mmm, yeah," Becky moans as her fingers dig into my short hair. "You've got to try it. He really does taste great!"

Digging at the snaps of Becky's bra, I can't seem to get them undone. It doesn't help my concentration when I feel Lisa's warm mouth stretch around my cock, and finally in frustration I pull the whole damned thing up over her head, being careful only of her melons as I do so. The swear word barely even registers in my mind.

I look down and see that Lisa has somehow successfully managed to squash my prick halfway down her gullet.

Becky grabs my attention back, as she hungrily kisses me, and I let my right hand to go to her already wet snatch. My left hand goes to the back of Lisa's head, to let her know I'm enjoying her ministrations. It doesn't take me long to find the brown-haired woman's clit, and I vigorously rub back and forth, making her shudder in pleasure. As soon as I sense her getting close, I slip my middle two fingers into her, crook them, and begin vigorously rubbing the front wall of her vagina. A few seconds later, I'm rewarded for my efforts, as she soaks my hand and the back of Lisa's head in her squirted fluids. A new wave a pleasurable energy washes into me at the same time, recalling me to what I can now do, and that I need to be careful.

"What the. . ." Lisa asks, releasing my rod, and feeling the back of her head, before turning to look at her friend.

"I—I've never. . . never cum like that before," Becky states breathlessly. "It felt odd, but so intense!"

"I'm jealous!" Lisa pouts, before turning completely around, and locking her lips on her friend's nether-lips. Becky lies flat on the floor, and Lisa doesn't let up, making the short woman moan in delight. Lisa's ass is in the air, her pink pussy lips pointed at me, (When did she take off her pants?), and I figure that's as good a spot as any to store my penis.

Squatting down behind the hungry woman, I rub the head of my rod against her slit, making her moan into Becky's pussy and shake her rear in anticipation, before thrusting forward, and slipping into her already soaked coochy. She takes a quarter of my length, before I have to pull back, and dive in again. I can tell that she's a little looser than Becky, yet she seems to fit like a glove, just like Becky had last night.

"Oh, God," Lisa cries out, and I see she has two fingers buried in Becky's vagina. "I can feel you in every corner of my cunt. Fuck me hard with that big stick. Fuck ME!" Her language grates on my nerves, but I do as she asks, driving into her with force, until I feel her little hole clamp down on me hard, and strength flows into me. This time I remember to put up a mental block before taking too much from her.

I continue to pound into her, until she reaches back and puts her hand against my stomach, and pushes me back. I sit on my rump, and grin as I continue to watch the blonde shake in orgasmic bliss.

Suddenly Becky is right there, leering at me. "Good, maybe now she'll believe me when I say that you're the best lay in town. Now then, my little cunny is a little too sensitive right now, so we'll have to use my back door to finish this monster off." She emphasizes her words with a quick tug on my member, then bends over, and starts cleaning her roommate's juices from me. Once again, she's able to take me fully into her throat, and if it hadn't been for that little escapade with Sheila earlier today, I likely would lose it right now. Instead, I'm able to last while she deposits a liberal amount of saliva on my dick, before turning her back on me, aiming my pole, and impaling her tiny ass on it.

The feeling of her sphincter sliding down my cock is divine, and I lay fully back on the floor, trying not to shoot my load too quickly.

"You made her squirt," a whisper startles me, "now I want to squirt." I turn to see Lisa watching my cock slipping in and out of her friend's anus, as Becky bounces up and down on top of me.

Her little pussy is within easy reach, and I slip my middle two fingers into her freshly screwed hole. Crooking my fingers again, I rub vigorously against her inner front wall, making her moan and hunch her hips against my invading digits.

"Oh shit, it's been a long time since something in my ass has made me cum!" The brunette cries out a second before her sphincter tightens perceptibly on my dick. I immediately throw up my block against her energy.

"Oh, I feel it," Lisa starts to moan. "Watching you make her cum, and whatever it is you're doing is going to make me cum too. Oh, shit, it feels like I've gotta pee."

I don't let up however, somehow knowing that is what a squirt can feel like. When it happens, I find that she doesn't put out quite the force that Becky had, but my hand is soaked nonetheless. I also feel my mental wall crumble under the force of both these women's orgasms. I'm so overwhelmed by the feeling of their pleasure that I can't hold mine back anymore, and I unload into Becky's colon.

Our energies seem to feed back and forth into each other, constantly driving us to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure, until we can take no more, and blackness overwhelms us.