Author's preface: Each Mars Memoir follows directly on the previous chapter. Though you may wish to begin at the beginning, each episode can stand alone.
Mars Memoirs 4. Nan.
As my eyelids flutter closed, I feel the lubricant secreted by my Cowper's glands oozing out the tip of my penis around the catheter. The dripping sensation prompts the memory of my ecstatic ejaculations into Nurse Lauren's ravenous, loving mouth, just before she'd put me to sleep in my chamber on the spaceship headed to Mars. As the feeling ebbs, I smilingly drift back into my netherworld, certain I will dream of her. I'm very surprised when my hottest threesome with Kyla and Mary begins to unfold before my eyes instead.
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It was just a small step.
When Kyla was still alive, and she, Mary, and I were inseparable, living the life, having sex every which way and then some, Mary had ultimately proven the most adventurous. While we were doing whatever came to us, everything we could imagine, at one point Mary felt something was lacking. She had an unfulfilled yen. So, for Kylas' birthday, Mary gave her a cock. Wanting to actually be fucked by her true love - though she liked me, I was still just her "fuck friend" - Mary got her the 8-inch bright red strap-on.
Kyla was genuinely surprised, certainly tickled, and put it on immediately. She liked the shade of red, the rubbery feel, and how it bobbed about when she swung her hips. They tried it out forthwith, while I watched, and a good time was had by all. Days later, venturing a bit further into the experiential realm, scratching another libidinous itch, the fourth time Kyla screwed her with it, Mary invited me to join in for her first double play. Tinker to Evers to Chance never turned it better.
Spurred on by this new development, Kyla decided that, to truly be equals in our relationship, everyone needed a cock. The strap-on she bought Mary was much more realistic, flesh colored, with a darker head, blue veins, and a big, gnarly scrotum. Mary was delighted, and used it to great effect on her lover. Which was fine with me. I liked watching, and, as the women were tireless orgasm machines, I always got to participate eventually. I was trying to be flexible, to go with the flow, to ride the wave of experimentation, and helpfully suggested they might like the double-ended dildo I'd procured. They did.
I suppose I should have anticipated what happened next.
That fateful night I came home from work late. I'm a detective, the case I was working on was a nasty murder, and the leg work interviewing all possible witnesses in the neighborhood was grueling. When I walked in on the women, Mary had already been fucked by Kyla, whose preference was to be in charge, to be the fucker, and it had been good. Kyla's newest tool - both women had acquired a menagerie of cocks - had two vibrators, one at each end, which stimulated both participants. They'd surfed the trembling waves nicely and were still aglow. When I came into the bedroom to change, they were snuggling, and seeing the two beautiful women nude, flushed with arousal, private parts swollen and glistening, one wearing her bright pink penis, was highly erotic and I volunteered that I might be enticed to join in. If they would like. They looked at each other knowingly and nodded.
Mary, who has a theatrical bent and was feeling adventurous, decided that she wanted to cosplay a young virgin, destined for a cruel fate. To be rudely taken by the evil, lecherous medieval lord of the manor - me - asserting his right to prima nocta, to deflower any bride in his realm on her wedding night. Kyla loved the idea, and decided she would be the lord's libertine friar, who, after having performed the nuptials, would direct further action, including getting to carnally copulate, partaking in sloppy seconds with the bride. While Mary donned her peasant dress and arranged flowers in her hair, Kyla and I chose only robes, as the priest and lord would already be in the castle. Ready and waiting for the virgin bride to be delivered.
Evil Father Kyla roughly seized virgin Mary, who, knowing she was soon to be ravished, wept and sighed full sore. Kyla held her by the arms from behind, while I, cackling evilly, took my time disrobing the trembling, distressed damsel. I fondled, kissed and licked each and every inch of Mary's lily-white skin as it was exposed, and the poor unfortunate quaked and quivered as her pale, never before seen, much less violated, body was revealed.
Once I had finished teasing, twisting, and pinching the unlucky maiden's nipples, drawing gasps of forbidden pleasure and pleas for mercy - I showed none whatsoever - when my fingers feathered further down Mary's belly, Kyla's arms encircled the poor lass. Her hands fastened on the virgin's firm young breasts, fingers seizing and squeezing her taut, tight buds. Kyla's arms pinned Mary's fast to her sides, giving me free rein. I puzzled at Mary's sudden start until I realized that, by embracing her tightly from behind, the priest's erection had prodded the poor young girl's fanny.
The delta-shaped forest I discovered as my fingers sojourned south required exploration. The further into the thicket I ventured the more moist with spring dew it became, and, as I lightly traced the open petals of the large flower I discovered, shudders of excitement and a flush of shame washed over the fair damsel. The friar, sensing that the time, and the maiden, were both ripe, lay sweet, innocent Mary back on the bed, pulling her arms over her head and holding them tight.
When the terrified lass thrashed to and fro in futile attempts to escape, I had no choice but apply discipline. To spank her. Whenever she rocked one way, seeking to twist off the bed, her opposite cheek rolled up, exposed, and I swatted it mercilessly. As the flush on her derrière reached a succulent crimson, the maiden calmed down and her eyes locked on the terrifying tool, the purple-headed monster, peeking out from my robe, dripping with depraved desire, the probe which would soon transform her from maiden to matron.
"Oh lord, please no! Have mercy!" the damsel pleaded piteously. I cackled diabolically, threw off my garment, and wedged between her legs, my knees forcing her thighs apart. The young maiden's ripe pink flower blossomed as her legs splayed wide, and the sweet, piquant scent of her blooming rose filled the room. I took the innocent's neck in hand as I leaned forward and positioned my rigid scepter at the gates of her defenseless treasury. I levered her face to mine, forced my foul lips onto hers, and wedged my craven tongue into her mouth as my heartless tool impaled her, violated her virgin cavity.
"Oh my God! My lord, you're SO big," the sweet young thing exclaimed in astonishment.
I did not appreciate in the least how Kyla and Mary dissolved in uproarious laughter. It spoiled the mood. They could well have pretended that I actually was hung like a horse, but their laughter proved infectious, and I soon joined in.
"Now, my lord, fuck away!" proclaimed the friar, back in character. I did. Mary gave an Oscar-worthy performance of naturally transitioning from experiencing the pain of first intercourse, to growing heat, then nascent passion, finally wild abandon and fucking me back as I plumbed her no longer virgin depths. Kyla released Mary's arms, which wrapped tightly around me, as did her legs, holding on for dear life as she rode the snorting, stampeding stallion running wild. Amidst her trembling and gasping, Mary's little yelps that always foretold her orgasm made a huge crescendo, and, relying on prior experience, I quit moving, knowing that continued fevered fucking would be too intense. Especially for a young, no-longer-virgin maiden.
As Mary trembled and twitched, recovering from her climax, Kyla moved behind me, stroking my back and sighing. "Lie still, John, just for a bit longer. Let's savor this moment." Perhaps I should have suspected something from Kyla's lascivious tone, but I happily complied, charmed and captivated by Mary's orgasm and the warmth of the love we three shared. Though past her peak, Mary kept her legs and arms wrapped around me, hugging me tight as she kissed me.
