Carla awoke as the sun streamed through the apartment window. She stretched, rolled up on one elbow and looked down at the sleeping Darryl and beyond to their lover, Leanne. Last night had been rather surprising. Though the assault on Darryl had gone off exactly as planned, Carla's reaction to it was, in the morning light, not what she'd expected.
The "problem" was that Darryl was just so little, barely 5'5" and very slight. He was so smooth that from the rear he looked like a tall 12-year-old though there was nothing immature about his front, no indeed! Not that he was hung like a horse or anything, but a normal cock on a small man looks bigger than it really is. Carla, then, had always seen him as a small, effeminate-looking guy who really needed to acknowledge his feminine side. It had come as a mighty surprise when, after the two women had ravished his ass, he'd returned the favor forcefully, very forcefully! Maybe he wasn't so meek, after all. Remembering her anal mauling, Carla's nipples began to rise to attention. Though her breasts weren't more than about an A -cup, the nipples thereupon could stick out a good half inch when she was aroused and she was getting more aroused and more erect by the minute.
And speaking of erect, Darryl had rolled over onto his back and made a noise in his sleep that might have been a moan and might have been a whimper. To Carla it looked like someone else was remembering the events of the previous evening because his manhood was fully engorged and sticking straight up his stomach. The sight struck something within her and Carla, who had been the butch to Leanne since they'd met, began to wonder if there might be someone else who needed to get in touch with a feminine side. To put it bluntly, she was wet, horny and, for a change, feeling receptive. That last hadn't happened in so long, she'd almost forgotten what it felt like.
Gently tossing back the sheet, Carla lowered her mouth to Darryl's crotch and delicately began to run the tip of her tongue up and down the underside of his erection. Then, as he came to delighted consciousness, she grabbed his shoulders and rolled onto her back. "Come here, stud," she purred.
Darryl started a bit in confusion but there was no way he was going to lose this opportunity. He'd wanted to get into the taller woman's pants ever since his girlfriend Leanne has introduced him to her "roommate" and now that the chance had arrived, he intended to take full advantage. Lifting her legs, he placed one knee behind each muscular buttock and drove himself to the hilt into her waiting sex. Lifting himself onto his elbows, he found to his delight that his mouth was now perfectly in line with her hardened nipples. Alternately slathering them with his tongue and sucking on them, hard, he soon had Carla shuddering and moaning. "Darryl, oh God, sweetie! Keep it up, keep it uuuuuuup . . .!
The third inhabitant of the king-size bed now roused and, raising an amused eyebrow, Leanne beheld the scene. Her boyfriend was industriously fucking her girlfriend! Now that was different! Usually it was one or the other fucking her. Perhaps a change of plans might have to be considered. Originally, Carla had insisted that Darryl was the perfect choice for conversion into an androgyne, a bisexual individual equally appealing to masculine gays and feminists looking for a more sensitive, "New Age" lover. Now it appeared that the worm had turned. Darryl was settling into a steady rhythm of long, driving strokes Leanne knew only too well. He did this to her on a regular basis, usually for an hour or more. By the time he finally did decide to climax, Leanne could very well have breakfast made though whether Carla would be in any condition to enjoy it was another question. Already the athlete was starting to throw her head back and forth as orgasm after orgasm wracked her. Watching the unexpected events, Leanne slid out from under the covers and walked around to the foot of the bed to watch Darryl's slick, glistening member piston in and out of Carla's welcoming snatch.
To Leanne's amazement, he was ramming her bareback. For as long as she'd known Carla, the dominant woman had had an almost obsessive insistence on condoms on any of those rare occasions when she'd decided that what she needed that night was male. Now, worked up to a rolling orgasm that went on and on, Carla was laid open for possible motherhood. Rather than being alarmed, Leanne was intrigued with the possibilities. If Darryl knocked Carla up, he would be a gentleman and insist on marrying her and unknown to Carla, when Darryl got insistent the response of "No", wasn't an option. More than once her usually mild lover had gotten his back up, set an emphatic jaw and run right over her protests. It was one of those things that she found so endearing. Darryl might look like a mouse but that didn't mean he couldn't roar!
Folding her arms under the pale globes on her chest, Leanne began to consider the potential. If Carla got pregnant and found herself married to Darryl, then she, Leanne, could be the resident mistress to them both in the ultimate manage a trois. With Darryl's considerable financial acumen and connections in the investment banking circles, he could easily support a large family and with his considerable talents in the bedroom he could easily make sure he had a large family to support. She and Carla could take turns having babies and each of the three could take turns baby-sitting while the other two played grownup games under the covers . . . or on top of them, for that matter.
