Slice : Wank Wednesday

Today we arrive once more at Wank Wednesday, an institution established by Ruby Kiddell at The Erotic Notebook. Here is how she explains it :

Welcome to week 13 of Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut.

With so many great writers of smut and erotica on Twitter and the web I thought it would be a nice idea to get a smutty blog carnival going. For writers or would be writers a weekly prompt will get you writing and as a reader well you’ll be able to get your fix of sexy stories all in one go.

All you need to do to join in is to write a story using this week’s prompt #slice and then;

Blog it – post it on your blog then come back here and add it to the link list.

Tweet it – write it on twitter using the prompt hashtag and the #wankwednesday hashtag.

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A couple of housekeeping points;

Please include a link back to this post in your post, if not I’ll remove it from the link list.

Please take the time to read and comment on some of the other posts, it is after all about writing and encouraging writing.

Thank you for writing and reading.

Slice

No matter which way you slice it, two girls are better than none. That was the decision I had to make when Clara fell in love with Maisie.

Clara and I had been living together for ten years at that stage. We were best mates. We weren't lovers, but we did spend a lot of time fucking each other, licking each others erogenous zones and wanking off together. We were friends and these were friendly activities. True, our relationship was an unconventional one. Essentially, we didn't believe in repression. We could have pretended not to have sexual feelings for each other simply because we didn't think about each other in a romantic way, but why should we live with that awkwardness and deny ourselves lots of pleasure?

From time to time we did get involved with someone romantically. If we thought they were open-minded, then we didn't hide our uninhibited home life. If we thought it would trouble them, we did the compassionate thing and didn't tell them about it.

But when Clara met Maisie it looked like things had come to a crossroad. It was a match made in heaven. They were crazy about each other. So I did the honourable thing and started looking for another apartment. But then one afternoon, when I came back from a hard day of apartment hunting, Clara announced that she and Maisie had been discussing the situation and had come to a decision.

"We've decided to keep you," she told me. "The landlord won't let us have a dog or cat."

"How magnanimous of you," I replied, acidly. "Will I have to eat kibbles and poo in a litter tray?"

"Don't be a grumpy bum," she chuckled, poking me in the belly. "You like Maisie and Maisie likes you. It won't be so different from how it has always been. You might have to whack off a bit more, because Maisie and I are going to be very busy licking each others pussies. But you never know, we might need your cock from time to time if the batteries go flat in our vibrators."

I wasn't at all sure that this arrangement was going to be good for my dignity. But what guy could possibly turn down a front row seat at a lesbian lickoff?

For a couple of weeks I had the place to myself. The lovers had decided to spend some time in Paris having a horny honeymoon. On the first couple of evenings I went out to nudie bars with some of my mates. When I got sick of their company I stocked the refrigerator with beer, and spent my evenings masturbating to internet porn. By the end of the second week I was in a very maudlin mood, binging on chocolate bars while watching Clara's chick flick DVDs with a pair of Maisie's knickers on my head.

On a Saturday afternoon they returned with suitcases full of new clothes.

"Let's have a movie night!" suggested Clara.

So we headed down to the local video store. Clara always prefers to pick something off the shelf the old fashioned way rather than get DVDs through the mail or download movies off the internet.

"I feel like something creepy," she said.

"How about this one," suggested Maisie, picking up a film entitled Sorority Shish Kebab.

"What's it about?" I asked.

"It's a slice and dice movie about a cannibal who only eats vegans," explained Maisie enthusiastically.

How could we say "No" to that? On the way home we picked up a family sized capricciosa pizza, a large order of spaghetti bolognese, assorted bags of lollies and two two litre bottles of Coke.

"We had a fantastic movie marathon in our hotel room in Paris," gushed Maisie. "We watched all six Star Wars movies one after the other and then Clara wrapped a sheet around herself, stuck fruit buns on the sides of her head and gave me a foaming Chewbacca!"

"Dare I ask what a foaming Chewbacca is?" I queried.

"We found out about it on the internet and just had to try it," Clara pointed out.

"Yeah, I licked her clit until she was right on the verge," explained Maisie, " and then I lifted up her bum and filled her cunt with pop rocks and cola. You should have seen her squirm!"

"And after I squirted my juices into the mix she drank the lot," added Clara proudly.

"Have you ever heard of the Light Sabre Lollipop?" I asked, unzipping my fly.

"Don't be stupid," Clara replied. "You don't even like Star Wars."

Clara turned on the television and we watched a bit of Wipe Out while eating the spaghetti. When a fat guy bounced off of one of the balls and somersaulted into the water, I laughed so hard I spilled spaghetti sauce all over my t-shirt.

"We can't take you anywhere!" complained Clara.

"We aren't anywhere," I pointed out. "We're at home."

"I think he'd better take all of his clothes off," suggested Maisie. "It'll take him ages to get that sauce out of his t-shirt, and we wouldn't want him to make a mess of his jeans as well."

"Why don't you ladies join me?" I suggested.

"We don't need to," replied Clara. "We don't make a mess."

Well, I've always been something of a closet exhibitionist. And if they don't want to see my closet then I'll happily show them my cock.

I kicked off my thongs, took off my soiled t-shirt and stood up and pulled down my jeans.

"And these too," declared Maisie, pulling down my underpants and leaving me completely naked. "Nice bum," she declared with a giggle.

We ate the rest of the spaghetti without incident, then the girls decided that they wanted to get more comfortable, so they went into their bedroom and changed into their pyjamas. They were determined to maintain their position of power over me, however, so they closed the door and didn't let me peek. All the same, by the time they came back my cock was semi-erect just from thinking about being totally naked with a pair of girls whose pussies could be exposed with a simple tug on their pyjama bottoms.

"Pizza time!" cried Maisie, opening the box.

I grabbed a big slice with lots of olives. Immediately the front flopped down and a huge dollop of melted cheese fell right onto my swollen cock.

"I'll get it!" cried Maisie, diving between my legs and hungrily licking and sucking the mozzarella from my manhood. For a few moments I was in heaven, but it didn't last. She came up giggling and wiping the grease from her chin. "I never thought I'd be hungry enough to eat the cheese off a guy's cock," she declared.

"Ewwww. You're so gross!" exclaimed Clara.

"I think you like me that way," teased Maisie, giving Clara a cuddle. "Because you know I'm dirty enough to do anything you want me to do, even pee on your clit."

"Pee on her clit?" I enquired. "Tell me more."

"No, don't," insisted Clara, turning red.

"Clara's a kinky girl," Maisie told me. "She likes to lay back naked in an empty bath with her legs spread and play with herself. And then she likes me to get naked too and squat over her in the bath and let out a hot stream of steaming piss right onto her excited little girl boner. Don't you Clara?"

"You didn't have to tell him," she complained.

"Now, now," I told her, "we mustn't have any secrets. The more we share the more we care."

"Exactly," agreed Maisie. "That's why Clara and I logged onto your computer back when you were apartment hunting and found your collection of she-male porn."

"What?!?" I exclaimed.

"You don't have to be embarassed," Maisie reassured me. "We like big cocks too, only we prefer them when they're on men."

"Let's watch the movie!" cried Clara.

So we turned off all the lights and fired up the BluRay player.

I sat next to Clara and Maisie sat on her other side. Maisie took charge of opening the packets of lollies. There were Jaffas and aniseed rings and Minties.

The first time the killer leapt out of the shadows and chopped someone's head off Maisie jumped and the Jaffas rained down all over us. And Clara grabbed my leg as she screamed.

The next time the killer struck, I screamed and grabbed Clara's left boob. She looked down disapprovingly and coughed.

"I know what you're thinking," she told me. "You're thinking this movie is going to scare the pants off us. Well, it's not. Our pants are staying put."

"Cooorrrrr!" I groaned, a few minutes later, as the screen filled with soapy naked sorority sisters in the shower, and my cock stood to attention.

"Want some help there?" chided Clara, grabbing my stiff cock in her left hand and tugging the loose skin up and down.

"Don't encourage him. He's such a dirty boy," put in Maisie. The room was dark, but not so dark that I couldn't see that she had her hand down her pyjama bottoms and appeared to be energetically scratching an itch that was several centimetres inside her vagina.

The killer continued his spree. When one girl closed the mirrored door of her bathroom cabinet in such as way as to reveal the killer grinning evilly over her shoulder, Maisie squealed and pulled her feet up onto the couch.

"I think Maisie's going to piss herself," I pointed out. "You better get your girl boner out."

"If you don't stop teasing me about that, I'll get her to take a dump on your head," threatened Clara.

"If she did that, I'd have to sue 'er," I cracked. "Get it, take a dump... sewer..."

"You are going to have to pay for that!" exclaimed Maisie. "Clara, how many Jaffa's do you think you can fit in your cunt?"

The next thing I knew, the movie was on pause, Clara's pyjama bottoms were around her ankles, and me and Maisie were hunting the floor for Jaffas. In the end Maisie managed to fit 37 Jaffas into Clara's vagina. Then it was my job to use suction and the prying power of my tongue to try to get them all back out. Clara was loving it, squealing and giggling and spasming. My cock was stiff again. On the downside all that candy was making me feel a little queasy. But things were going fairly well until Clara orgasmed. When that happened the combination of lubrication from her pussy juices and her vaginal spasms caused the remaining Jaffas to shoot out of her cunt and into the back of my throat. One of them stuck there and I began to choke.

"Heimlich Maneuver!" cried Maisie grabbing me around the waist from behind and squeezing up under my rib cage.

The Jaffa shot out of my mouth, flew across the room and hit the stereo, turning on the radio. The voice of Tom Jones burst out into the semi-darkness singing, "What's new pussycat! Woah, Woah!"

"I think we'd better return to the homicidal maniac," declared Maisie. "Playing with Jaffas is too dangerous."

Once the movie was over we turned the lights back on and began tidying up. Maisie put what was left of the pizza in the fridge. Clara cleaned down the table top. My contribution to the clean up effort was to pull the girl's pyjama bottoms down every time they had their hands full. Eventually they decided it was just easier to strip off. When they came back from washing the glasses in the kitchen they found me standing in the middle of the lounge room with fifteen aniseed rings stretched over my erect cock.

"Anyone still have a sweet tooth?" I enquired.

"Both sweet and sharp," threatened Maisie doing the Piranha Chomp.

Then she came over and took the aniseed rings off one by one with her fingers and made me eat them.

My cock was still stiff. I put my arms around the girls and fondled a soft butt cheek with each hand.

"After watching that movie I'm scared stiff," I told them. "I'm afraid the Boogey Man will get me if I don't sleep in your bed tonight."

"O.K." said Maisie. "But you're sleeping on the wet spot."

For the next half hour I lay stroking my cock as I watched Maisie and Clara licking each other's pussies.

"I know you want to fuck me," said Maisie, taking a brief respite from her clit-sucking activities. "I'm not really so cruel. I'm just a tease. Why don't to crawl over Clara and slide right in. Don't worry about giving her a bit of a teabagging. Just don't expect her to lick your balls. Her tongue's mine for the time being."

So I threw a leg over Clara, bounced my balls on her forehead and gave Maisie a playful slap on the arse before sliding my cock home into her warm wet pussy. I could feel the heat of Clara's breath over my balls as she continued to lick her lover's pleasure button. It wasn't long before we all climaxed and collapsed onto the bed in a heap. Maisie's lips were covered in Clara's juices, and Clara's in both Maisie's juices and mine.

I was just returning to their bed, after drinking some orange juice, having a shower and brushing my teeth, when Maisie whispered something to Clara.

"Maisie hasn't had enough pussy licking," Clara told me. "I'm too tired. Would you mind helping her out?"

"Not at all," I replied, ever the gentleman.

"Come around here and get under the covers," Maisie requested.

I crawled into her side of the bed and slid down between her legs. She pulled the quilt up over my head.

"O.K.," she said. "Hold him Clara!"

"What's going on?" I protested, as Clara leaned on me hard.

Then Maisie let out a long, loud fart. It had a stench so thick you could slice it.