(Excerpt from a 30 chapter Vignette.)
Chapter 5.
My poor little pooh-pooh hole was still swollen from last night when my girlfriend, Sarah, and her new boyfriend, Tom, came over to my apartment for dinner.
Tom wanted to try a threesome, and that was okay with me and, apparently, okay with his girlfriend, Sarah, too--and that makes three.
Sarah's boyfriends and I, whomever they may be at the time, share her. Between us; she's such a little bitch, she can never get enough. Tut, tut!
Although, I, a lone woman, and my preference that of Woman, herself: I-will-have the occasional fling with a guy, just to clean-out my holes, that is; to clean-out my pie.
Chapter 6.
Usually, I use one of Sarah's current boyfriends. More due to sheer laziness of convenience on my behalf, rather than out of jealousy, envy or the employment of trivial emotional chides.
I let Sarah do the prospecting, and I refine the rough ore, picking out a rare jewel, now and again, rejecting the slag, distilling---decanting-off the impurities, reducing the volume of the chaff; down--enhancing the purity unto the core.
Sarah has a rather regrettable affiliation toward "the slag", but that is nothing more than an unfortunate character flaw in her. Basically, Sarah is a cunt, but she thinks she is something---more, than that: Therein lies the inherent problem...!
Sarah, and I, in all ways imaginable, share; but, of course, we only share between ourselves! The third party, gets nothing, other than what they are allowed---by the sheer physical participation in [our]--vignette. The very cheek of it all...!
I'm such an easy-going type though, and just lo--ve sharing, but I only "do-it" with "them" as long as "she" is there...Sarah, I mean; because, after her boyfriends unload into me, I insist! she lick all my holes clean--afterward: I like it, she likes it, he likes it---Hell, we all like it! ...It's what I call-Democratic Hedonism.
Chapter 6.
Sarah's told me about Tom's cock. Although it is not very long, only about six and a half inches when rock-hard, (we measured it one night; it's an average schlong.) Nevertheless, I swear, I have never seen one so thick! It looks like a baby's outstretched arm grasping at a hot-house tomato in its greedy little handy grip.
Chapter 7.
Sarah trawls the bars at night, picking up tit-bits of information, and delight: Here, there, and everywhere, from bar-tenders, acquaintances and those who simply haven't got a care; about the size of men's dongs: Based preferably not on rumor, but on actual-sight; listening intently through the jukebox music, through the cutting-edge of the ageing songs, of the night.
Chapter 8.
Sarah's love-tunnel isn't very deep, but I swear I could get into it with both my feet, if I tried. Her vulva is like a horse's collar, and more-often-than-not, it smells like one too. I constantly have to remind her to wash it, but it's an exercise in futility, I have concluded: I holler, but the shouting only creates---ennui, its true.
Her pussy is in such demand: In use so often, and regularly, that it's a total lost cause, I feel--so I'll be dammed!
I, simply, just don't know how she handles the sheer volume of cumm that flows her way, in an average day, the calculation construed: The mind reels!
If Sarah washed her cunt after every time; she allowed men to use it, then the poor swollen vent, would be scrubbed red raw, in its prime, allowing for those who would, abuse it. So it remains--relatively clean, but somewhat...stinky, at all times. Sarah has a stinky cunt, but, if one loves Sarah, then, one has to love her stink too!
Chapter 9.
I have to admit, I do--sort of--get turned on by Sarah's scent, but unless I stay on-top of her, well, let's just think---"Fish Market!" at 5pm on a Saturday afternoon, after a busy day's trading!
