Hans couldn't believe his luck. His first threesome. There he was, lying in his king-size bed, with a lovely woman on either side of him. All three of them were lazing in that blissful afterglow that results from vigorous lovemaking. Their frolicking had kicked the covers off of the bed, so he was able to gaze appreciatively at their naked bodies.
Tina, the blonde, was the shorter of the two, but it was as if Mother Nature had diverted a little of her height into the development of her bust. Generous 38D tits adorned her chest, with nipples that hardened into luscious bumps that begged to be sucked. Her narrower waist led to hips that flared into an amazing ass. Her mound was covered with a golden fleece that he loved running through his fingers. Her mouth was kissable, her nose was pert, and her eyes sparkled blue when she was calm, but took on hints of green when she was overtaken by passion.
Simone, the brunette, was a tall drink of refreshing water. Hans found that her 34C tits were just fine, thank you, fitting his hands perfectly. Her nipples seemed to be permanently erect, which probably kept her in a perpetual state of arousal, as her clothes rubbed on them. Certainly his tongue had a similar effect. Her ass might have less cushion than Tina's, but when Hans parted the well trimmed brown pelt on her outer labia, the sparkling, glistening treasure within made him forget unimportant things, like his name. Her sensuous lips had touched every part of his body that he could imagine, and her deep brown eyes displayed a glorified astonishment every time she'd experienced orgasm while coupled with him.
All in all, it had been a memorable encounter.
As they snuggled against him, he remarked, "That was the kinkiest thing I've ever done. Thank you both for making a dream come true."
Both women started giggling, and their giggles turned into laughter.
"What? Why are you laughing?" he asked, feeling a smidgen of insecurity.
Simone controlled her laughter well enough to blurt out, "That was the kinkiest thing you've ever done? Poor baby. What a sheltered life you must be leading. I'm glad we could help out."
Tina said, "I agree. I bet I'm the kinkiest of the three of us. After all, blondes have more fun, they say."
Simone fixed her with an eye over Hans's chest, and said, "I'll take that bet. You give us examples of how kinky you've been, and then I'll give examples, and we'll let Hans decide the winner."
"And just what does the winner get?" Tina wanted to know.
Hans cleared his throat. "Well, she could have me as a sex slave for a week. I'll volunteer. I'm sure it would be a vigorous task, but I'd give it my best shot."
"But you're also the judge," Simone objected. "You might throw the contest, because you want to serve one of us more than the other."
"How about if we each get a vote?" Tina suggested. "That might make it better, because one of us needs at least two votes then to win."
"Okay," Simone said, not thinking it through very clearly. "That's agreeable to me. You can go ahead first, Tina."
Tina thought about it for a while, and she smiled and said, "My kinky story involves catching a cold."
Hans and Simone looked at her quizzically, which was just the effect she was hoping for.
"You see," Tina began, "I have this friend, Erik, who's been my friend for many years. At the time of the story, he was serving in the military, but he'd come home on leave to visit his family. They were using his room for something else, so it was decided that he'd stay with my boyfriend and me. Unfortunately, he had a cold."
Hans and Simone looked at each other, nodding -- they could see where this was going.
"That first evening that he was with us, my boyfriend had to go away for about an hour. No sooner had he left than Erik playfully pinned me to the couch, and forced me to cum by fingering me. I'd always found Erik to be attractive, although we hadn't done anything together prior to this. Maybe his military training elevated his testosterone, or enhanced his libido -- I don't know for sure. Anyway, because I was drawn to him, I couldn't help myself. I just let him finger me, and let the orgasms explode. Yes, I had more than one!
"The next morning, my boyfriend had to leave for work. I was dozing in my bed, and Erik crawled into bed with me. I still had my pajamas on, but he undressed me very playfully. Instead of fingering me, like he had done the night before, he just started caressing me. He ran his hands through my hair, down my neck, across my breasts, and down my tummy. While he was doing this, he kissed my forehead, my eyelids, my nose, my mouth, and my neck. My body was starting to vibrate under these lustful attentions, and my tits were virtually begging for his mouth."
Simone and Hans simultaneously swallowed hard, visualizing the scene she was painting.