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  6 Sexy Three Can Play Stories

  Sophie Sin

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2015 Lunatic Ink Publishing

  Like This? Try Got Her Butt, the most recent 13 More Erotic Stories (also includes 3 randomly selected 'Blasts From The Pasts') or the Endless Hard-On. All are available at: Sophie's Book List at Smashwords.com

  Table Of Contents

  Introduction

  Two Angry Women Threesome

  A Twisted Jealousy

  Miami Beach Sluts

  The Filthy Window Cleaner

  Trailing The Soft Studs

  College Girls & Older Men

  Naughty Voodoo

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  Sohpie Sin's Book Note

  Introduction

  Well, we have another great collection for you today. 6 very sexy, very fun stories about people who like to 'play' with more than one other. This is the threesome collection you've been waiting for. It's guaranteed to drive you wild.

  So, with all those promises in place, let's look at what we have this time around.

  First is Two Angry Women Threesome. These ladies are not happy and take it upon themselves to show their man how a real man should act with his women.

  Next, we have a little bit of intrigue with a cheating husband and his mistress who thinks exposing the whole affair is the key to his heart. A Twisted Jealousy is truly twisted, but ends in a nice way that you wouldn't expect from the build up.

  Miami Beach Sluts takes us into the life of one rich playboy and two hotties that he picks up who then rock his world big time in more ways than one.

  For a change, we then have The Filthy Window Cleaner. High rise sexy fun with a kinky woman who loves to tease.

  After that, Trailing The Soft Studs gives us a longer story with a bit more depth to it. Weird Irish women and crazy sports stars are rife in this one.

  Last up is College Girls & Older Men. This is a short and sweet erotic short story that shows that the two kinky college students featured in this work will do anything for money – no matter how hung.

  And, as an addition, Naughty Voodoo. This is an old book we put out under the Sophie Sin Classics Series. It's book 2 of the Minny The Sex Witch Series. We hope you enjoy it.

  Thanks for reading Sophie's work.

  Kenneth Guthrie

  Lunatic Ink Publishing

  Two Angry Women Threesome

  (Girls-on-Guy, Girlfriend & Ex, Jealousy)

  "You have to understand that I love you and ONLY you."

  "That's what all men say when they've been caught out," Molly returns in a growl.

  "Yeah, but I really mean it, baby,” I insist. “... I love you."

  "And you prove it by doing that, Jack?"

  I groan and run a hand over my face feeling the slightest glisten of sweat on my skin. Things haven't been going well today. However, this fight is just the tip of the iceberg.

  You see, it all started with a phone call.

  My fingers tips spill through the strands of my slightly too long black hair as Molly waits with obvious impatience to see what I will say in reply to her comment. Her normally rather cute heart-shaped face is pinched inwards with deep creases between her eyebrows and a definite downward curve to her gorgeous lips. This is the way that Molly looks when I'm in hot water and soon to be boiled and served. I can almost feel the scolding heat already.

  “It's because she's lonely,” I admit.

  That doesn't go down well.

  Molly snarls at me, almost animal-like, and biffs one of the small yellow pillows from the couch next to where she is standing at me. It slams into my chest clean and square. I step back and look down at it. Stitched into the fabric is 'love you forever.' She did that last Valentines Day. I remember being really happy about it. It's quite the contrast from how I feel right now.

  “Your ex-girlfriend is lonely and you spend an hour talking to her on the phone when you should be spending time with me.” She slaps her hand down on her side for emphasis. “Don't you think that might make me a little mad?”

  I drop the pillow on the floor next to the couch and say, “She's really struggling.”

  “Then why don't you go be with her!” Molly throws back her blond hair and turns to face the window that looks over the long avenue into the city. A little of the warm breeze from it makes her hair ripple slightly as I stare at her trying to figure out how to calm the fiery woman down. “You obviously don't care about me.”

  There is a loud triple knock at the entrance door at just that moment.

  “Go get that,” Molly spits out, “Someone else needs your attention more than I do.”

  I try really hard not to roll my eyes and stomp off down the short hallway that leads to the entrance of our one bedroom apartment. I glance through the peep hole and groan loudly. It seems that trouble has come visiting.

  “I really can't talk to---” I start into the intercom. Unfortunately, Molly's hand flashes under my side and twists the door handle around to unlock and open the door.

  “I'm sorry for--- Oh...”

  The woman of my past and the woman of my present eyeball each other. It's clear by the heat in their gazes that they hate each other.

  “Girls...”

  Hilary struts in on her ultra high silver heels, expensive black brand bag swaying left to right under her arm and breasts virtually spilling out of her extreme low cut yellow top, the view only partially covered by her long curly brown hair.

  “Molly.”

  “Hilary.”

  This isn't good. They are squaring off. Hilary has her bag cupped to her oversized breasts with a haunty look of distasteful for the other woman while Molly has her hands on her hips, jaw forward and eyes locked on my ex. If lasers could sprout from a woman's eyes the latter would be set to the death setting.

  I'm in the middle of them before a word can be said.

  “Ladies. No fighting.”

  My voice is firm. Pity my will isn't.

  Hilary grabs me by the shirt and biffs me aside. Unfortunately, as she's never that careful about things, I trip over the discarded pillow and go down hard.

  “Ouch---”

  Then the lights go out. I must have hit the wooden edge of the arm rest on the couch. I told Molly we shouldn't have bought this one...

  *****

  I'm piled up on the soft covers of our bed when my eyes flutter open and get a good view of what is left of the tense situation from before. Molly is looking a little worried, hands on hips, hair thrown back and looming over me with a very mother hen expression on her face. Hilary is lounging with one long tanned leg thrown over the other, twirling a lock of her brunette hair while sitting on the edge of the bed looking bored.

  “He's awake.”

  The other woman slips up from where she was sitting, sliding up the smooth bed sheets and comes to stare down at me with an amused expression that is hardly fitting considering she nearly killed me.

  “Are you okay?”

  I groan. Actually, I'm pretty much fine. My head doesn't even hurt that much and the only thing that I can sense that might be even slightly wrong is that my mouth tastes a little weird. It's kind of a miracle – even more so because I didn't wake to a apartment covered in blood and bits of beaten up woman.

  “I'm okay...” I mumble out, not sure if I should play the hurt boyfriend card.

  “Good.”

  Molly sits down next to me. The mattress sinks down slightly under her weight and she runs her fingers softly through my hair with an odd expression that if I didn't know her so well could well be nervousness.

  “Me and Hilary have had a talk.” The bed squeaks a little as she g
lances to the woman.

  “Oh, how wonderful...”

  A little silence fills the room. The air conditioner whirls on low from it's position above the door which leads into the other room where this all started. I take a deep breath and wait for Molly to say her bit. I'm fairly certain that me and Hilary will not be friends after this is over. It's always that way with Molly.

  “Hilary is really lonely and misguidedly thought that she could work her way back into your life.”

  I blink. That's a startling amount of honest from a woman that could barely tell me she broke the lamp in the bathroom one night because she was shaving her legs too close to it and knocked it into the toilet. Hilary has never been the most forward one.

  “However, we have come to an agreement.”

  Now that is STARTLING. Molly doesn't usually agree with anyone. Not even her mum and dad and they are family.

  “The solution we have come across, and I'm sure you remember we talked about something like this a few years back, is to share you.”

  “Ahhhh... Share?”

  “Well, not in a relationship sense, but more...”

  The woman reddens. This is the first time in my life I've seen that happen. It scares the living shit out of me.

  Hilary chuckles.

  “She means we want to fuck you.”

  In that Hilary has always been forward.

  “I --- ahhhh... What? Um, I mean, fuck? Like how? I mean, ...”

  “How do you think we are going to fuck you, Jack?”

  The blond woman's fingers crawls up the front of my jeans to the center where they work down my zipper in one practiced movement and slip inside to nestle my dick in her super smooth palm.

  “Hill---!”

  “Shhhhh...”

  Molly's wet lips are on my own in seconds. This kiss of hers is wild. It is full with a immense passion that I have not felt from her before – a raw hot thing that has me turned on from the moment her lips touch mine. I sense that something different is coming today.

  Immediately I respond to her intensity with my own. I grab Molly and yank the woman down to kiss very, very thoroughly. Our lips working over each others long and hard and a smile appears on both of them before we are all finished and done.

  “Me too.”

  Hilary shoves Molly off the bed with a competitive fire in her eyes and pushes her soft, long tongue down my throat to meet mine and circle in long thick strokes that intertwine our saliva in a relaxing hot mix.

  Throughout, I am aware of Molly, who has reddened quite a lot watching me snog my ex right in front of her eyes.

  The woman butts in with a hand and, “You didn't say...”

  Hilary whacks a hot kiss on Molly that makes a surge of fire flow through my groin. In that second I get a hint at what real jealousy feels like as Molly slips down against Hilary's breasts and wraps her arms around her, obviously caught up in the moment and finding that a girl-on-girl kiss isn't so bad.

  “Ahhh... Ladies?”

  They break. Clearly both were way too into that for other's comfort.

  “Jack.” It's a word of remembrance. I realize that they really did forget me.

  Hilary, as always, takes command of my lower parts fairly quickly with her usual aggressive 'take no prisoners' approach to sex. I groan as her lips encircle my dick straight off the bat. It's an incredibly sexy feeling having her sink deeper and deeper down my fat cock as Molly works off my t-shirt and starts clipping at my nipples with her luscious lips and teeth. She leaves little stains of wetness where her kisses travel along my chest. They serve to cool me where Hilary's vicious, slurping strokes serve to arouse.

  A sudden deep wetness sliding down over my dick like a sheaf does a sword sends my head back and eyes wider than they've ever been.

  “HIL---!”

  There can be no doubt of the astounding tightness of the pussy that just impaled itself on my fat dick. She's always extremely tight, even after we had been at it for weeks on end without a break, and, just like today, sometimes that hurts in a nice way.

  With little shaking movements of her wide hips, skirt up around her slim belly and panties lazily pulled aside, she rides my dick slow and easy to get further down. The hole creates sloppy wet sounds as she bucks and fluids are leaking down into my short trimmed pubic hairs.

  The experience is truly something and reminds me that I could never really fathom the mystery of this wonderful pussy. How does she make it so tight that every single pulse of my heart's blood through my cock seems to send little hot shivers through the flesh inside? How did the woman create such an inelastic abode for my cock like she has? I don't know the answers, but it has pleased me more than enough during the years we spent on and off together to know that some mysteries are best left enjoyed and unsolved .

  To my right Molly's face shows her gradually increasing annoyance and jealousy. In an effort to make amends, I snatch at her dress, growling that I want some pussy bad, and manage to cool things down by slipping off her long white pleated dress and pulling off the even whiter panties she is wearing underneath, a noticeable wet spot between her legs, so that I can bring her shaven beauty up and over my face, legs straddled and wide to either side of the pillow I'm lying on, and bury my mouth in her softness.

  I revel in the flavor of my woman. She is musty in scent but sweet in taste. There's always the deepest sense of clean to her and the woman's clit is large enough by proportion to her thin pussy lips to be about as easy to hit with my tongue as a elephant with an air gun at point black range.

  “Ba-bby-yy...” I groan out into her folds.

  With her lust in control now, Molly starts rolling her hips faster and faster in long erotic circles. The faint pressure of her butt tilting backwards and her upper body shifting forward has me wondering what the women are up to. That is until I hear the sound of their lips coming together in a wet and tongue laced kiss above me.

  My dick strains for greater size just imagining the two of them like that – enjoying themselves more than they would by kissing me and so caught in their lewd little girl play that I have become nothing more than a tool for their pleasure (Yet somehow the idea of being that way for them turns me on even more.)

  Time seems to stand still. It comes as a shock to me when the two of them cum in quick succession: Only moments after the other finished crying out so loud than the room still echoes with her ecstasy, the other joined her.

  I edge Molly off to the side and pull her around so her legs are long and spread out towards the end of the bed and her weight is on the pillow that I shift up under her stomach to hit her 'spot' more firmly.

  As I'm mounting her from behind, a more looser but less painful option than the other woman, Hilary struts around in front of us and plops down on the pillow that I was using to support my head when Molly was on top of me. She reaches forward and grabs Molly and – to everyone's shock I assure you – rams the woman's face into her wet and juice stained pussy.

  The woman forces my girlfriend to lick up all of the juices from her pussy, telling her that she is such a bad girl at the same time, as I stare at the two of them – the one being used clearly enjoying what she's doing – wondering if there shouldn't be some ground rules set here. Sex tool is fine. Boyfriend who loses his girl to another woman is not.

  I slam my hips home harder and harder into Molly like I'm trying to hammer a nail into a thick piece of wood. As I'm doing that I watch the lewd show taking place at the headboard. The bed is really rattling itself to death right now with me and Hilary bucking out hips into the woman in the middle. A hot tension is growing in my cock and know that I haven't got long.

  “Up!”

  Both women have been well trained over the years I was and have been with each of them. They spin up off the bed and come to their knees on the carpet like expectant little puppies waiting for a treat. I line their wide open mouths up with bliss pouring through my veins and...

  “YES!”

  I splash cu
m down onto their gorgeous faces. It is the biggest orgasm that I've ever had and I can only credit it to the wonderful attentions that I have received from these two sexy women.

  Squirting the remainder down Molly's throat and watching her swallow cheerfully, I try not to be too jealous when they kiss passionately after, some of that juice being transferred to the other woman's mouth after she begs for 'a taste'.

  “Well, that hit the spot,” Hilary says finally after we've all composed ourselves.

  The woman jumps onto the bed and squashes some pillows up on Molly's side to make herself more comfortable.

  I roll my eyes and lie down. Molly squeezes in on my other side and wraps me up in a hug as Hilary throws of the remainder of her clothing – something that causes a lot of envy on the other side when Molly sees how perfect the woman's tits are – and fiddles around in her bag to pull out an expensive pack of ladie's cigarettes.

  “Smoke?”

  I sigh and take one. Molly hates it when I smoke, but after sex nothing is better.

  The woman in question's hand trails out and pops it from my mouth as soon as I have it lit up.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, quite shocked as she NEVER smokes and hates it more than anyone I know.

  The woman smiles broadly at me and glances to Hilary who is also grinning like she won the lottery.

  “We all have to try new things now and then.”

  For the rest of my life, I am fairly sure, I will never understand women. Ever.

  A Twisted Jealousy

  (Sexy M/F/F Husband-Wife Teasing & Manipulation)

  My eyes follow the tall, slim blond as she casually sips her glass of wine under a nearby tree, long hair falling over her shoulders, a picture of exotic, tempting beauty.

  "Honey, can you pass the butter?"

  Harry Smith blinks, his revelry ended, reality bursting back in. The dream world of what could have been broken - destroyed.