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But Saint Leah drove the Living God’s limousine. She loved our God with all her heart. She would would not let him fall to the false god’s forces. But Brandon the False had gathered a mighty force, and the city of Tacoma fell swiftly under his power.

—First Book of Vivian 18:10-11

Sunday, June 23rd, 2013 – Rachel Goldstein-Blum

I kissed Leah as the surrounding men cheered us on.

I had no idea where we were. After having our fill of the club, we left with some of the guys we met. They took us to a loft. Every single one of my holes was stuffed with cum, the salty flavor of cum thick on my tongue.

I lay atop Leah, her legs wrapped around my waist as our clits rubbed together. It was almost like I fucked her. I savored my pussy grinding hers. Leah’s hands roamed up and down my back, her fingers tracing my spine. Then she slid down to my ass, kneading my cheeks, pulling me harder into her clit. Her tongue was in my mouth, exploring me, her tongue salty with cum.

There was something so intimate about lying atop her and grinding my pussy into her. Our nipples touched. Our breasts were pressed into each other. It was similar to when Jacob lay atop me and thrust his cock inside me. Leah was that same mix of intoxication and intimacy.

It didn’t matter that all these guys were watching us, cheering us on. I wasn’t doing this for them, I was doing it for Leah.

“Oh, fuck!” a guy groaned as ropy cum splashed onto my back.

“You guys are some fucking nasty cunts!” another guy moaned.

Another blast of jizz splashed into my hair and on to my cheek, trickling down to my lips. Together we tasted the salty cum as we kissed. I ground my hips, pushing my pussy harder into Leah. I wanted to feel her cum on my pussy. And I wanted her to feel my pussy cum on hers.

Leah’s hands pulled on my ass, griding me against her wet pussy. I didn’t break the kiss as cum rained down on us. I savored it. I loved the jizz drenching us, splashing hot on my ass and back. Her hands rubbed it, massaging it into my skin.

“Christ almighty!” another guy moaned. Hot cum splashed between my legs, landing on my pussy and dripping down to Leah’s cunt.

There were a dozen or more guys jerking off to us. We were the only ladies present. The redhead stayed at the club, still looking for her boyfriend. I hoped she found him, although I had no idea how she was going to explain the cum leaking out of her ass and cunt. She didn’t have a husband who understood his new wife needed to have some fun on her honeymoon.

To cut loose and experience life for the first time before she went back to be his plan, drab brunette.

More cum splashed on my ass, my back, and on my sides, rolling down to my boobs. Some landed in my hair, on my face, some even landed on my feet. Cum splattered on the both of us as we writhed against each other.

Every sweet kiss of our clits brought me closer and closer to cumming. Leah moaned into our kiss, trembling beneath me. Her hips bucked into me with urgent passion. She grew near her orgasm, too. The cum drenched us, soaked us, covered our bodies. It worked between our tits, greasing our nipples. Our bodies grew sticky.

My hands massaged cum into her sides. When I breathed, I smelled salty jizz and her perfume. My pussy clenched. My clit throbbed against hers. Another blast of cum landed on the middle of my back, pooling in the crease of my spine.

Leah found it, her fingers twirling through it. I shivered at her touch and bucked harder. My clit throbbed. The guys groaned and cheered on us, exciting me. I trembled on my lover, rushing towards the plunge into my climax.

I stared into her eyes as I kissed. I read it.

We came together, bucking in each other’s embrace, moaning our passion into each other’s lips.

I broke the kiss, resting my forehead on hers, staring into her hazel eyes. I wallowed in the fun I was having. My bleached-blonde hair fell about our faces, matted with jizz and screening us from the men’s gaze, giving us a bit of privacy.

“I love this so much,” I moaned.

She grinned at me.

Part of me pictured her coming home and joining me with Jacob. I wanted it so badly. But would Leah want to give up being a blonde and go back to being a drab brunette with me? Would she be happy only having one man and one woman? And would Jacob be okay with it?

This entire weekend was a dream.

If I never met Mary, had not been swept up in the magic of her presence, I would never have stopped being that drab brunette. I never would have become the fun blonde that would let a room-full of men jerk off on her while she tribbed another woman.

I knew how much fun it could be, and I was afraid that my husband wouldn’t be enough for my new desires. Had I changed too much for him? I didn’t want to think those thoughts. I wanted to stare into Leah’s eyes and imagine my life with her and Jacob.

We would be so happy together, a dream that could not happen.

“Look at those dykes,” laughed a guy. “Damn, we drenched them.”

“Uh-huh. Fuck, what a night.”

I groaned. Their vulgar words ruined the moment

I rolled off Leah. “Where’s my dress?” I looked around the room. Leah and I had to get going. Mary told us to be back by morning, and the sun was already lightening the horizon.

The night had passed so fast. I couldn’t believe it was almost morning.

A man tossed me my dress, and I pulled it on over the cum.

“Dirty slut, you’re not even going to get cleaned up?” the man asked.

I shrugged. “I’m not some drab brunette.”

Leah and I made out the entire cab ride back to the Waldorf-Astoria. The cabbie had to see that we were positively dripping in cum, but he didn’t say a word. The doorman at the Waldorf-Astoria gave us strange looks as we stumbled in and headed for the elevator. We had it all to ourselves this early and made out the entire ride up.

We knocked hard on the suite’s door, giggling as we held onto each other.

“Looks like you two had some fun,” the bodyguard on duty muttered. She was a black-haired beauty with a pair of large tits straining at the half-open blouse of her uniform.

“We did,” I giggled. “Blonde’s have all the fun.”

“Explains why I’m on guard duty,” the bodyguard said with an exaggerated sigh. “They played with a pair of twins all night. Those two were so cute. Made me wet.”

“Sorry,” I said, patting her cheek before I stumbled into the suite.

Leah took a quick shower and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. When we awoke, it was to one of the bodyguards shaking us. “Master and Mistress want you two dressed,” the Korean bodyguard snapped and pinched my naked ass. “Now, sluts!”

* * *

Mary Sullivan

“I am ready to get back home,” I yawned as Leah drove us on the limo back to the airport.

Mark and I had spent the day playing tourist. It was a blast. We visited as many of the sites in New York City we could, all the ones we didn’t get to see. Rachel and Leah, both looking tired and happy from their night out, were so cute as they held each other.

But as the day wore on, a tightness entered Rachel’s eyes. She would return to her husband soon. I didn’t want to break up her relationship with her husband. It was clear she was scared of what would happen when she went back to Jacob.

She found another person to love.

Rachel was still tied up in the old morality. I had been like that once. Then Mark had emancipated me. Mark had done more than freed me from his powers, he had freed me from morality. The day spent with him, little more than his sex slave, had shown me the true delights my body possessed.

Rachel deserved the same freedom.

“Me, too,” Mark said, his eyes closed.

I leaned on his shoulder, studying Rachel. She sat across from us, at one moment staring at her hands, the next peering past Mark and me to stare at Leah as she drove the limousine. She trembled and squirmed with fear.

I had to help her.

We moved through Manhattan’s traffic, the slut’s sirens clearing the way for us. We had our own police escort to La Guardia. We passed through the gates and drove to the private hanger we rented. The two bodyguards we left behind waited with our pilots and sexy stewardesses.

Leah pulled the limousine into the hanger, got out, walked around, and opened the door for us. Mark went out first. He pinned Leah to the side, kissing her hard as he groped her body. She moaned and trembled, clearly loving the attention.

I climbed out after him and swooped in for my own kisses. I pulled Leah to me, my hands on her ass, my tongue thrusting in her mouth. She trembled and sighed into the kiss. I almost wanted to take her with me.

But Rachel and Jacob would enjoy her more. They would have a new life. Mark and I were changing the world. Soon polygamy would be legal and the three would be so happy together. But only if Rachel had the courage to try and have both her loves.

“Do you love her?” I whispered to Leah.

Before she answered, I broke away, leaving her trembling.

Rachel stepped out and was swept up into Mark’s embrace. She giggled then kissed him hard. Mark’s hands played beneath her skirt, groping her ass. Leah watched, envy on her lips as Mark all but fucked Rachel right there.

But he didn’t. I bet he wanted to get on the plane and sleep.

I know I did.

Rachel turned to me. I smiled at her and she beamed back. I held out my hand, and she rushed to me, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me hard. I held her tight, savoring the married woman’s body against mine.

Then I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear: “Love them both.”

I left her trembling, staring at me in shock as I joined Mark. We marched up to our plane, greeted Joslyn, Lydia, Monique, and Lize, then boarded. I sank down in my chair beside Mark, accepted the flute of champagne from Monique, and sipped it as the plane readied for takeoff.

Sam sat behind us, her laptop and the book out, continuing her translation.

“Let’s go home,” Mark said.

I nodded my head. We would have new problems to face when we got back. Doug was missing. , We did not know where Brandon was now. Had he gotten a hold of the book from the nuns? Mark had been able to get a hold of the Altgrave this morning. He was a sweet old man with a thick accent. He would not surrender the book.

But we didn’t dare call the nuns. Our powers wouldn’t work on them. Brandon lurked out there. I hoped he didn’t have the book, but I was too tired to care right now.

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Rachel Goldstein-Blum

I reeled after Mary’s embrace. Her words echoed through my mind.

All day as Mark and Mary played tourist, the moment I would part from Leah and return to my husband grew nearer. I was torn inside. I loved Jacob, and I was quickly realizing that I loved Leah. Fantasies of running off with Leah floated through my head, to have night after night of debaucherous fun.

But there was no Jacob.

A fantasy of being married to Jacob passed through my mind, of sleeping in on the Sabbath, cuddling in bed. Of the small house we were in the process of buying; spending Sundays painting and fixing all the little things that needed to be done.

But there was no Leah.

I was torn between my lovers.

Love them both.

Her words echoed through my mind as I stumbled back into the limo. Mark and Mary boarded the plain. I was no longer the fun-loving blonde, but the plain, drab brunette. It was time to go back to Jacob.

Love them both.

The words repeated over and over on the drive back to the limo rental company. Leah had to return the limo then we would part. I wanted to love them both. But they were too different. I couldn’t see Leah settling down in a plain house in a boring suburb, and I couldn’t see Jacob going to a wild club until dawn.

Turmoil gripped me.

Before I knew it, which was far too soon, Leah pulled the limo into its parking space and opened the door for me for the last time. A sad smile graced her angelic face. I hugged her and stroked her cheek, then kissed her lush lips one last time.

It was a wonderful kiss. My heart raced when I broke it. I stared at her face, drinking in every inch of her—the memory would have to last me a lifetime. Tears beaded her dark eyes. Her lips trembled. Her hands stroked my cheeks.

She studied me, too.

Love them both. But how? Maybe I was the key. They both loved me, could I be the bridge between the two?

“What did Mary say to you?” I asked Leah.

That was not what I meant to say. What I was supposed to say? I was supposed to tell her how you felt. But fear stayed my tongue. I could live the rest of my life with the memory of our brief fling. But only if I believed that Leah actually loved me.

If she didn’t…I did not want to think about that.

Leah swallowed. “She asked me if I…” She breathed deeply. “If I loved you.”

“Do you?” I blurted out before my brain could stop me.

“Yes,” she whispered, then she hugged me tightly. “Don’t go back to your husband. Please, stay with me. Think of all the fun we can have together. I love you, Rachel.”

My heart melted. “I love you, too, Leah,” I whispered back and she squeezed me tighter. “But, I love Jacob. I met him first.”

“You have to choose then,” Leah said, pulling away. “It…it’s alright. I knew this was a dream that I had to wake up from.”

“Why can’t I have both of you?” I asked. “Mary told me to love both of you.”

“I don’t even know Jacob.”

“You know me. You trust me, right?”

Leah nodded.

“Then trust me about Jacob. He’s a little boring. But then so was I. We can have fun with him, be as wild and slutty as we want to, just the three of us. But we can have more. We can have roots. Having fun is great, but it doesn’t last. Eventually, the party ends, Leah, but with Jacob we can grow something that lasts beyond the fun. Jacob and I already have started growing our life together.

“And I want you to grow with us.”

Leah chewed her lip. “As, what? Your mistress?”

“As my wife,” I told her, stroking her cheek. “And Jacob’s wife.”

A shiver ran through Leah’s body, her hazel eyes became distant as she pursed her lips in thought. “I must be crazy,” she muttered. “Okay, I’m willing to try. For you, Rachel. I don’t want to lose you.”

We were kissing, tears of joy running down both our faces and mingling salty between our lips. Now I had to convince Jacob. But Leah was hot, and he was a man. Lust could serve until he got to know how special she was.

We broke the kiss and hailed a cab. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, or our lips, as we rode back to the hotel. The poor cabbie almost got in a wreck. He kept watching us in his rearview mirror. We didn’t tip him.

He didn’t mind.

The pair of us giggled and shifted, nerves building in both our stomachs, as we rode the elevator up to the honeymoon suite’s floor. Jacob should be in there, waiting for me. He was a great guy to let me have all this fun on our honeymoon.

And it was my turn to return the favor.

Jacob never said it, but I knew he thought about having two women. What guy didn’t?

So I confidently knocked on the door, not letting fear hold me back. Love them both.

I planned on it.

Leah trembled beside me. The once confident, outgoing girl had been replaced by this shy, sweet thing. She acted like a drab brunette. Like me, she was a bottled-blonde, not a natural. “What if he doesn’t like me?” Leah asked in a panic. “What if he doesn’t want to share you?”

“He’ll love you,” I told her, squeezing her hand.

The door opened. My husband stood there, his eyes almost staring in disbelief. I drank him in. He was skinny and tall, his brown hair mused and his glasses askew. A happy smile appeared on his lips. “Rachel, you’re back.”

I threw my arms around my husband and kissed him soundly on the lips. His lips were firm, cheeks rough with his stubble. I ran my fingers up and down his jawline

, delighting in the feel of his manliness. He smelled of sweat and that musk that was distinctly my Jacob’s. His strong arms wrapped around me as I pressed my soft body against his.

“I missed you, Rach,” he whispered, stroking my hair. “And you’re blonde now?”

“Blonde’s have all the fun,” I giggled.

“Is that…the girl you were with yesterday?” he asked.

“Jacob, this is Leah.” I took a deep breath. “We fell in love.”

A crestfallen, hurt expression fell across Jacob’s face. “I see,” he said stiffly. “I mean, what did I expect? We spent our honeymoon apart.”

I sighed. “Jacob. I love you, too. And I did have a lot of fun, and now I’m ready to have some fun with you.”

“Both of you?” he asked. Was that a hint of hope in his voice?

“Yes,” I told him. “I hope you find Leah as amazing as I do. Because, I want the three of us to be together.”

Jacob blinked. “I…I’m not sure I understand.”

“Well, Jacob, I want to be your wife and Leah’s wife,” I said. “And I want Leah to be your wife, as well.”

“Two wives, huh? I don’t know, Rach. That’s a little wild. And illegal.”

“Do you love me, Jacob?”

“Of course, Rach.” He stroked my cheek. “Always.”

“Then, for me, try and love Leah. She’s promised to try and love you.”

He sighed. “Alright, Rach, for you.”

“Oh, don’t sound so pouty,” I said, getting annoyed. “You get what every guy dreams of—two blondes sharing your bed.”

Jacob laughed, relaxing, and glanced at Leah. Their eyes met and they both froze. Color flushed on Leah’s face and Jacob gave a half-smile. I could almost feel the electricity pass between them. My heart gave a happy beat.

This would work.

I squealed in joy as Leah walked boldly up to Jacob, her assertiveness restored, and pulled my husband down. She planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Jacob groaned, pulled her tight against him, and embraced Leah’s passion.

“He’s cute,” Leah stated when she broke the kiss. Jacob had a dazed, breathless expression on his face. “I can see why you like him.”

My heart fluttered in happiness as Jacob bend his head down and kiss her on the lips. I shifted in the hallway as my husband and lover kissed each other with passion. Leah’s body glued to Jacob’s, his hands stroking down, brushing the top of her ass.

“You’re pretty cute, yourself, Leah,” Jacob stated when he broke the kiss.

It was Leah’s turn to be breathless.

I threw my arms around them both. “The bed awaits. Let’s celebrate our honeymoon.”

The bed was covered in red, satin sheets and we all fell onto it, tearing each other’s clothes off in a flurry of passion. Leah and I squirmed naked against Jacob as we took turns kissing him. His hands rubbed our bodies. I giggled as he pressed tween my legs and froze.

“You’re shaved,” he groaned, his fingers tracing the folds of my pussy. “Wow, that’s hot.”

“I did it for you,” I admitted. “It was supposed to be a surprise on our wedding night.”

“Well, I am surprised.” He grinned, then pushed me down and parted my legs, exposing my sex to his hungry lips.

Jacob buried his face between my thighs and licked my pussy. I giggled as his whiskers scratched at my thighs, adding a rough, pleasant feeling only a man could give. It differed from the gentle touch of a woman but was no less pleasant.

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” I moaned.

“I bet,” Leah purred, licking her lips as she crawled to me.

Leah kissed me on the lips. Her hands found my breasts. I shuddered on Jacob’s mouth, grinding against him as I sighed into Leah’s kiss. Jacob licked and nuzzled, stirring through my folds. I was so happy. Both my loves were making me feel so amazing.

I came swift and hard.

I bucked on the bed, moaning into Leah’s kiss. Her fingers massaged my nipples, rolling them between her fingers, giving me such wonderful pleasure. My toes curled. My juices flooded out into his hungry mouth.

What a wonderful way to start our new marriage.

“Rach,” groaned Jacob, lifting his face, his lips sticky with my cum. His dick thrust hard beneath him.

“I need you in me,” I moaned. “Take your wife.”

“Every other guy in New York has,” Leah giggled.

Jacob ignored the comment as he kissed up my body. He nipped at my nipples while Leah held my breasts, offering them to him. I gasped and squirmed, loving the sensations. Then he moved higher, eager to make love to me.

I was so wet and ready for him.

“Let me help,” Leah purred. She seized Jacob’s cock.

“Yes,” I said, smiling at her.

My lover guided my husband’s cock into my wet depths. She rubbed it up and down my slit. I groaned and squirmed. Then the tip popped into my cunt. I moaned, pulling Jacob down for a kiss, savoring my musk on his lips.

He thrust. I groaned. He filled me up deliciously.

After having all those cocks in me last night, I could say Jacob was above average. My pussy enjoyed his girth I moaned as he pistoned in and out of me, our flesh slapping together. Pleasure flooded through me. I moaned into the kiss.

No, he was well above average.

Leah kissed our cheeks, a smile on her face as she watched Jacob make love to me. I explored Jacob’s lean back with my fingers, caressing his muscles, tracing his spine, and brushing Leah’s exploring hand. Together, we groped Jacob’s ass, pulling him tighter into me.

Jacob broke our kiss and moaned, “Damn.”

“Two blondes are a lot of fun,” I giggled.

“Uh-huh,” agreed Leah.

“Yes,” he panted, then nuzzled at my neck, sucking at my flesh.

His dick pumped in and out of me. I moaned, my head turning, staring into Leah’s brown eyes. A naughty smile formed on her lips. She scooted closer, her tongue flicking out. I held my breath as she moved closer and closer.

We kissed. My pussy clenched on my husband’s thrusting cock.

I felt so much joy as my husband and wife made love to me.

Leah took my hand and moved it down to her dripping cunt. She rubbed my fingers across her wet, silky lips. I shoved two fingers inside her while my thumb found her clit. I fingered her hard and fast, enjoying her wetness as she sighed softly into my lips.

My thrusting fingers matched Jacob’s rhythm. I groaned, pumping faster and faster as Jacob slammed his dick into me. My orgasm built as I pleasured both my spouses. My tongue fenced with Leah’s, my nipples rubbed against Jacob.

Pleasure swelled inside of me and then exploded.

My pussy massaged his cock. He groaned into my neck. “Yes, yes, yes, Rach.”

He erupted. I shuddered, the pleasure spilling out of my pussy as my husband’s cum spilled into me. He grunted with each blast. So much flooded me. His poor balls had been backed up all weekend. He didn’t have any pussy for days.

Well, that would change. Between Leah and myself, Jacob would get all the pussy he could ever want.

“I love you both!” I gasped as my orgasm peaked.

“Yes,” Leah moaned, her pussy spasming on my fingers. She joined us in our orgasm. “Oh, I love you too, Rachel!”

“Oh, my sweet Rach!” he gasped as he collapsed on me.

Jacob rolled off me and both my loves snuggled up against me, two pairs of hands playing with my breasts. “I want to see you and Leah fuck.”

He smiled. “Sure, just let me rest. I need to recharge.”

I glanced at Leah and she smiled. “Oh, I know just how to recharge a cock.”

Jacob moaned as we both sucked his cock, tasting my pussy cream. We flicked our tongues all about his cock, licking clean all of my delicious juices. Sometimes our tongues or lips would brush, and we would kiss around his cock.

“Oh man, that is so hot!” Jacob moaned and we both giggled at our husband, his dick swelling hard.

“You think that’s hot?” I grinned and shifted on the bed, stretching out beside him.

I spread my thighs. Leah licked her lips and dove into the messy creampie Jacob and I made for her. She moaned as she lapped at my cunt, gathering all of Jacob’s jizz as it leaked out of me. I shuddered as her tongue dived through my folds.

“Wow, that’s hot!” Jacob exclaimed. “Seeing it live is so much better than porn.”

“Ohhh, you like the girl-on-girl porn?” Leah asked, looking back at Jacob, her lips shiny with my juices.

“Every guy likes watching two chicks get it on,” Jacob answered.

“Well, you’re in luck,” Leah purred, wiggling her ass in invitation, “because I love getting it on with another chick!”

“Mmm, me too, honey,” I cooed. “Now, what are you waiting for, honey? Leah’s pussy is wet and ready for you.”

“Sorry, I got distracted.”

“I’ll forgive you if you stick that big cock up my cunt, honey,” Leah moaned.

Leah purred and wiggled her cute butt at Jacob as her tongue swirled through my folds. Jacob knelt behind Leah, his cock hard and leaking precum. Leah moaned into my pussy as Jacob sank into his second wife’s cunt. He drew back, gripping her hips, and slammed in a second time.

“Is everyday going to be like this?” Jacob asked as he made love to Leah, our wife.

“Yes,” Leah answered as she slipped two fingers inside my pussy.

“Just the three of us,” I smiled, gazing at my two loves. My husband and my wife. I was the luckiest gal in the world.

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