This is the first sequel to "Tales of Kathye's Tail: Episode I. In Episode I, Jake, Kathye and Buck are driving in a storm. Kathye fantasies about being forced to have sex with Jake and his friend, Buck. When they get to Tulsa, they decide to go to a movie. The trilogy continues with "Tales of Kathye's Tail: The Ice Storm," when Kathye runs out of options and is forced to submit to a night of lust at the hands of Jake and Buck.
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We are going to the movie, the three of us. His friend, Buck, will go. How strange this evening is working out. His friend is with us and I am still wet from my fantasy of being fucked by them both, forced by my lover to screw his friend. We often joke about it, my lover and I, joke about the three of us having sex. We have talked of it many times. My lover is very sensual, and so am I, I think. His friend is with us and we do things, fun things, sexual things. The two of them and me. They are both so handsome. His friend is bigger. Both have a good sense of humor and are collegiate professionals. They are the aggressors, always. And I am the victim, the object of their lust, the provider. Of course I would never really do it, and he knows it, my lover. And he would never make me. He loves me.
It seemed strange standing in line with both of them. They stood behind me talking and laughing about things.
They talked about how nice it was being here, the three of us, and how about Buck' car and how he hoped he get a ride back to Tulsa tomorrow, and some other things.
Once or twice they lowered their voices so I couldn't hear them. They would say something and chuckle softly. I wondered what they were saying that they didn't want me to hear. I moved closer to Jake to listen but I kept my eyes turned away from them.
Once I heard Jake say something about the backseat of his truck and he groaned softly. They both laughed real low and Buck sighed saying something about how lucky Jake was.
I'm certain they were talking about me and the things Jake and I do in the back seat of his truck. Buck mumbled something about betting it was really good, and Jake said yes, the best he had ever had, and if he behaved himself he might get some of it sometimes.
Jake laughed and Buck groaned again and said, Please, Please, Please. Jake turned away from me and mumbled that it would be okay with him, except he loved me too much to do that. And besides, he said, Kathy would never go along with it.
Wouldn't he be surprised if he knew about the fantasy I had just had during our trip up. That was really good. I want to do that again.
Then Jake warned him never to try anything with me or he was a dead man. Men talk that way, about how they'll kill someone for this or that, mostly if they mess with their woman.
Buck put up his hands and said, Oh no. He would never do that..... unless Jake said he could.
"She belongs to me and I love her very much," Jake said.. "She is special, very special. I could never find another like her."
"I know," Buck replied. "I can understand that. Just looking at her, I can understand. God, she is good to look at and think about."
"She is," Jake said. "She is. And I think about her all the time. Its just that she is so damned sexy, I can't help having these fantasies about her, how sexy she looks when she fucks and stuff like that. I can't stop thinking about her, and the more I think the wilder my fantasies get. I think watching her getting fucked would be the sexiest thing in the world."
"I understand, I understand." Buck was sounding like a broken record and I could hear a slight gasping in his voice. He was getting turned on just talking about it.
"Sometimes I just want to see her get fucked until she can't fuck anymore. Totally satisfied and wiped out. Know what I mean?"
"I understand, I understand. Yeah I know. I think about doing it with her all the time, too."
"But I really love her and if anyone ever even tried with her, I would just kill them. Understand?"
"Yeah. I understand. I understand. But I sure would like to. I mean I would really like to if you said it was okay."
"Well," Jake said. "I won't ever say its okay. I'm sure of that. I don't blame you for wanting it and thinking about it. Its good. But just don't ever try it. Understand?"
"I won't, I won't. I understand."
"What are you guys talking about back there?," I asked. I had heard quite a bit. The longer they talked, the louder their voices got. Men are so funny. Whenever their balls start swelling, they lose control of everything.
"Nothing, baby," Jake said. "Just some stuff."
"You weren't talking about me, were you? I thought I heard you mention my name."
"No, baby. We weren't talking about you. I was just saying how much I loved you." He smiled and gave me a hug. "Besides. Would you really mind if we talked about you."
"Not if you said nice things," I said smiling.
"I always say nice things about you," Jake said.
"Yeah, I know. But your idea of nice things and mine are different, I think."
"But your good. That's nice, isn't it?"
"Your not promising him anything, are you?"
"No. No. You know better."
"I know what you want me to do. I know that. And you know I won't do it."