The Secret Handshake

The Secret Handshake

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G. Gregory

The Secret Handshake © 2005 G. Gregory

Gray blindly rolled the pocket door to his bedroom open, caught in the grip of a huge yawn. Eyes scrunched shut and mouth open to the limit; he unleashed a bear-like roar to greet the morning. In search of caffeine to quell the rumbling in his stomach, he stumbled down the hall and into the kitchen. Nearly eight hours had passed, and it was time to feed the habit. Primary objective: coffee. If he could just get that far the rest of the day would be OK. Truth be told, he had absolutely no clue just how good this day was soon to become. Frozen Columbian beans rattled as they tumbled into the grinder to start his morning ritual. Hopelessly and willingly addicted to the near bitter taste of a dark, rich coffee, his life had taken a turn for the good the day he found Starbuck’s Whole Bean Columbian on the shelf at his local grocery. Never mind that it was ten bucks a bag; he could easily justify the purchase by considering what he’d pay for one cup at a time at retail prices. Every addict has his rationalization. He pressed the start button on the little grinder to engage the blades, and the clattering, near-instant process released an aroma that would only be surpassed while the coffee brewed. After the last grounds were tapped out of the grinder, he lifted them to his nose and breathed deeply. Though only a brief sniff, it was nearly as satisfying as the first taste. The coffeemaker loaded and switched on, he completed the morning routine by popping a whole bean in his mouth to crunch while he waited. Funny that preparing the beverage was as much of a ritual as the actual consumption of it. In some ways it was like sex; everything up to the point of that first taste was foreplay. Like a big cat, he settled into his regular chair by the double window overlooking his patio. An early morning sun angled across the floor and washed over him with warmth that enhanced the inner glow rendered by the first sip of coffee. The sports section spread out before him was the next step in his ritual, but the doorbell interjected a different order to his agenda. “Shit!” He muttered a few other choice expletives on the way to answer. Sunlight burst through the open door along with the more-than-cheery voice of Madeline, his next door neighbor. “Morning, sunshine!”

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The Secret Handshake Gray thought she was way too happy for anyone to endure with only a single sip of coffee under her belt. Forgiveness came easy, because Madeline was a goddess in his eyes. Standing 5’ 9” and appropriately proportioned, including exceptional breasts that she proudly insisted were not store-bought. He’d never seen them in their natural state but could only imagine what he was missing. Add legs that went all the way from earth to heaven, and his definition of goddess was complete. But like most women, Maddie felt she was “fat”. Grayson was always quick to disagree and reminded her constantly that a woman is more attractive when she has a little meat on her bones. He’d toss in the compliment that her thighs did not even touch at the top – yet her weight would always be their point of disagreement. They never wound up rolling around on the floor over it, not that he wouldn’t have enjoyed a little physical contact with her...make that a lot of physical contact with her. Unfortunately, contact was not an option. He was packing the wrong gear. Gray shielded his eyes from the bright sunlight and squinted at his visitor. “Doncha think it’s a little early for so much mirth there, Miss Maddie?” Before she could answer he added, “And I know for a fact it’s too damn early for you to be here to say goodbye.” Maddie shrugged. “Nah, we’re not leaving yet. I just came over to see if we could borrow a big strong man-type person to help with a couple of things. Know one?” Like Gray’s ultimate wish had been granted, his mind instantly played a flurry of images of what his “big strong man-type person” would like to do to both Madeline and her life partner. But those images were just a tease; he knew bedding one or the other of them was far, far out of his reach. For nearly five years he’d been tortured by visions of Maddie and Carla, the stunning little beauty who was her lover, and the things they did to each other in the bedroom next door. Of course, his imagination embellished those things, deliciously sexy things a man might want to see. Even though out of reach, it still served to produce some excellent stroke fiction. The muffled cries of ecstasy he suffered through on many nightly fuck-fests were enough to paint the most vivid scenarios he could want, short of being in the room with them. Both Maddie and Carla knew he would be listening because he had not been shy about telling them how much hardened man-flesh they created and wasted on a nightly basis. The girls always laughed and teased with intimate touches that did not include him when they were all

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G. Gregory together. As much as it was a tease, he didn’t mind the pleasurable suffering endured to watch such things. Despite lobbying enthusiastically to play too and put an end to his misery, his pleas fell on sympathetic, yet deaf ears. With those pictures and their continual disinterest firm in his mind, his tone was a tad sarcastic. “Now what would a couple of red-hot lesbian ladies such as yourselves need with a big strong man? Have y’all finally turned carnivore on me or what?” Maddie giggled and waggled her shoulders to better show off her pretty titties, as she fondly called them. “Gray, you know better than that.” “You ladies have been living in the depths of sin over there for about five years now, and not a week’s gone by that I haven’t offered to show you what’s on the other side of life. And have either one of you even considered it for a second?” When she grinned, he ploughed ahead with his mock admonishment and answered his own question. “Hell nooo! You two are the good lesbians, faithful to the Order of Lesbo, or whatever the fuck that secret society is that you belong to – and…” he paused for emphasis before adding, “…and after five years of watching out for you guys and protecting you from who knows what, you still haven’t bothered to show me the secret handshake. I mean, Jesus, Maddie…” He was on a roll, and with the sun shining behind her, he did not want her to move an inch. The sundress she had on did little to hide a delightful silhouette of awesome legs that went up, up...way up to the secret they ultimately embraced. Despite knowing he’d never sample her Promised Land, he still did not miss a chance to enjoy the view. To disguise a closer look, he continued his rant and casually bent down to pick up the newspaper that lay at her feet on his doormat. “I mean...I like most lesbians, especially pretty ones like you and Carla. Hell, I’d eat a couple a week if y’all’d just relax your rules for an hour or so and consider the possibilities.” Maddie giggled again and made it a point to rock her hips just as his eyes traveled far enough up her thighs to catch her sexy little sashay. He unbent to stand, the paper clenched so tightly in his hand it crackled. The quick glance he managed to steal in that brief instant would be permanently etched in his memory for the rest of his life. Madeline was standing there commando, had nary a stitch on underneath.

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The Secret Handshake He couldn’t hold back an agonized, “Sweet Jesus, Madeline!” She tilted her head back to look up at him and smiled. “Nice, huh?” Silently, he agreed, ‘Yeah and you can fuck me all day long with nice...’ And that was a perfect example of his tortured life during the last five years. The girls would tease him...to his delight… and his distress...with a flash here and a glimpse there of what was just out of reach. Still, Grayson never gave up hope, testing their solidarity and trying to convince both girls that he’d faithfully keep the secret if they decided that a cock every now and again might be helpful in maintaining the balance of nature. Once, when Carla’d had oral surgery, he offered to eat Maddie’s pussy for her ‘just to be neighborly’. He’d been ignored. There were plenty of times they’d been together for shared meals or a game of cards, or maybe just to slam a couple bottles of wine, and there would be enough flirtation and encouragement for him to think it might just happen. But it never did. He shook his head and held the newspaper purposefully over the front of his black pajama pants. “Just once…just one time I’d like to…” His wishful lament was interrupted by a shriek that erupted from the adjacent apartment. “Maddie! Help!” And with added urgency, “I need help NOW, sweetie!” Maddie bolted the few feet down the front walk and disappeared through her front door. Grayson dropped the paper and with long powerful strides followed her into the living room. Boxes were stacked all over the place. They both scanned the room quickly for the source of the distress call. “Where are you?” shouted Maddie. “In the dining room. Hurry!” Maddie turned and dashed around the corner. Grayson leapt a couple of boxes and rounded the corner a second later to find them pinning a heavy oak-framed mirror to the wall at a precarious angle. He jumped between them to take the weight off as Carla began to explain. “The hanging wire started to come loose as I was trying to look behind it and it started to give way but it’s too heavy and…” Grayson leveled the heavy mirror. “Got it. Maddie, see if you can tell what’s snagged back there so we can set it down.”

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G. Gregory Maddie reached behind and after fumbling with the loose ends, untangled what was left of the braided wire from its hook. When it popped free, Gray and Carla eased it to the floor and leaned it back carefully against the wall. Carla plopped down on the floor right where she stood and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. “Whew, that was close.” Grayson eyed the old beveled-edge mirror and nodded in agreement. “No shit. There’s enough bad luck in a mirror that size for seven years of affliction for the both of you.” “You too, big boy. Your hands were right in the middle of all that bad luck,” Carla quickly pointed out. Gray snorted, “Ya got a point there,” and turned to survey the once attractive room. The apartment was in complete disarray. Now that the mirror was safely on the ground, the walls were bare, and big boxes looked like they had given birth to little boxes. Carla stood up and hugged Grayson. “Thanks, buddy. You’ve always been our knight, ready to come to the rescue.” He hugged her back and tried to keep his mind off the skimpy tank top and her pert little tits that burned into his chest right through his t-shirt. “Mmm...” hummed Gray. “Now that feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” Carla said nothing when she released him but he was certain there was the hint of an agreeable smile curling at the corners of her mouth. She was about half a head shorter than Maddie, but no less the looker. She was proud of her tits too, and didn’t mind showing them off. Once, in one of their more flirtatious moments, Carla boasted how hard her tits became when licked. His prompt challenge to her to prove it triggered Maddie to lift up her top and suckle for a couple of seconds. Pulling her nipple from Maddie’s pursed lips, Carla turned to Grayson and said, “See?” His immediate offer to verify the increased hardness was sternly limited to a visual inspection, which he felt was not much verification at all – not that he didn’t enjoy the view. “Yeah, good ol’ Gray,” he mocked. “Always ready to rescue a couple of maidens from whatever distress they may encounter. Never mind the distress he’s forced to endure in the process.” Maddie walked behind Carla and wrapped her arms around her waist. “Poor Grayson. It must really be hard when he has to watch when we touch each other.” And with that, she slipped a hand up under Carla’s tank top to tease a now taut nipple with her fingertips.

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The Secret Handshake Grayson just shook his head. “Sweet fuck. See what I mean?” Carla squirmed in Maddie’s arms and pulled away. “C’mon, Mad, that’s cruel. Gray’s been good to us and…well…we’ve had our fun together, but lover, we have to give the guy a little break.” “Finally, someone sees the plight of the knight.” Grayson took Carla’s hand and went down on a knee and kissed the back of her hand. “Thank you, kind lady. The knight and his sword thank you. However…” He paused and stood to his full 6’3” height and wagged his finger like he was scolding them. “…I’ll be the first to say that I do NOT have an issue with you two getting as frisky as you want. You know I’m safe, but I swear, one day you’ll see why I’ve been so persistent about mixing a dick with a heartbeat into the steady diet of those cold plastic things you play with.” They all laughed together. Sex was an open, active part of their relationship despite never crossing gender lines to partake. He didn’t know if they really had any interest in him, or if those times of serious flirtation were only teases. Even if they were just extended acts of teasing, he was still committed to serve as their self-appointed protector, always quick to help in any situation. But there was a constant ‘what if?’ ache that lived inside him. Maddie stacked some of the smaller boxes and turned to remind Carla, “Hey, the mover guys are going to be here this afternoon and we’re supposed to have that kitchen prep table torn apart.” “Oh, that’s right,” said Carla. “Gray, can we get you to do one more thing while you’re here?” He bowed at the waist. “Certainly, milady. Your wish…though it never seems to be close to mine…is my command.” Carla smiled at him and placed a tender touch on his arm. “You’re such a good boy. Some day you’ll be rewarded for your chivalrous acts of kindness.” “It’s not kindness, baby doll, it’s restraint.” “Well…yeah, that too,” added Maddie, laughing. Carelessly, Carla grabbed the toolbox and it sprung open. With a crash, the contents scattered and clanked across the dining room floor between boxes and under the high prep table. Maddie jumped and scampered back to avoid a wrench that cartwheeled past her toes. “Nice move there, Grace,” she deadpanned.

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G. Gregory “Stuff a sock in it, Madeline; you know I’m not mechanically inclined.” Gray stooped down to help Carla gather up the tools. “So what do you need me to do?” Carla grabbed a 3/8” box wrench. “I need to take the legs off this prep table so the mover guys can load it.” Gray looked at the waist-high table and suggested, “Why don’t you let me take them off and you guys go finish your other packing?” Carla shook her head. “Actually, it’s a two-person job. It’s so heavy that one of us has to hold the end while the other takes the legs off. Then we lean that end down and take the legs off the other end. I’ve seen my dad take it apart twice before and…” “Why not just turn it over on its back and take all of them off at once?” Grayson asked. “My dad says the legs will snap off if you try to turn it over because it’s so heavy.” Grayson guessed that made sense. “Cool.” He looked at the nuts that bolted the legs to the table top. “I’m guessing you’re not going to be very successful with that wrench you’ve got. Try a half inch.” Carla’s grin was pixie-like and utterly charming. “See? Told you I was mechanically challenged.” “Hey, at least you’ve grabbed the right kind of wrench.” Maddie shouted from the kitchen, “Don’t encourage her, Gray, or she’ll want to start building things.” Grayson laughed. “Well, a handy lesbian is a happy lesbian.” Maddie came out of the kitchen and stood in the doorway with both hands on her hips. “Where the hell did you hear that?” Gray looked blank, scratched his head in mock confusion. “It must have been that new lesbian home improvement show on cable, Licks & Ladders.” He doubled over to laugh at his own joke. Maddie’s hands were still on her hips in mock outrage, but she was laughing too. Carla rolled back and forth under the prep table hooting hysterically. “Licks & Ladders...gawd that’s funny. Did you just make that up?” Gray grinned proudly. “Guilty as charged.” Carla fell silent, reflecting on a private thought. When she looked up at him, her eyes were solemn. “Gray-buddy. I’m going to miss your humor.”

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The Secret Handshake “Hey now. Don’t be startin’ that shit. You guys are only moving about four miles away, so you can have my humor any time you want to cook for it.” Maddie took a couple steps closer and laid her hand on his chest. “Does that mean we can’t come over to your house anymore? You cook for us too, you know?” He smiled down at her suddenly earnest face, encouraged by the warmth of her hand on his body. “Listen, if you guys don’t come over to my house I’ll be highly offended, and I don’t even want to think about how sad I’ll be. Now stop talking this goodbye crap, and let’s get this table broken down.” A smart-assed salute from Maddie, and Carla added her own obedient reply. “Yes sir!” Gray barked like a drill sergeant, “So let’s move out, ladies.” Carla found the half-inch box wrench and crawled under the table to start on the left front leg. She sat back on her haunches and fumbled with the wrench to snug it over the first nut. “OK, hold the table, buddy. I’m going to start taking this thing off.” Curling strong hands under the edge and easing the weight onto powerful forearms, Gray grunted, “Got it.” Carla started to work. He could now see why her dad never attempted to turn it over first. He guessed two strong guys could maybe have managed, but with some difficulty. The thing had a thick maple cutting surface that was easily four, maybe five feet in length and at least two feet wide. There was no doubt in his mind that the table weighed over two hundred pounds with the sturdy legs attached. “Maddie? Can you come here, please?” called Carla. “Coming, sweetie!” Grayson craned his neck to see what was happening. “Problems down there?” “Nothing we can’t handle. Just keep hanging on, OK?” “Will do.” A flash of movement caught his eye. In the reflection of the big mirror they’d saved from destruction, Grayson could see Carla under the table. The angle was perfect; he could see her but she couldn’t see his watchful eyes taking in everything from her huge grin to her pert nipples, standing out like nobody’s business. He scowled. Something was afoot, and he didn’t need games now, not while he was trapped holding two hundred plus pounds of solid maple. Maddie came out of the kitchen and knelt beside Carla. “What’s up?”

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G. Gregory ”I need some help with this.” Grayson could see almost everything. Carla was motioning to Madeline and nodded in the direction of his crotch which was, at the most, a foot from her face. He was commando too, under his pajama pants...hadn’t had time to change before responding to an urgent call for help. The longer they looked, the harder he got, and the problem got larger as he watched them admire his cock shifting in his pants. Carla licked her lips in an exaggerated way, then lifted her hand toward him before Maddie reached out to stop her, clapping her other hand over her mouth to keep quiet. Grayson flinched at the thought that she had nearly grabbed his dick. That did nothing but fuel the fire. Maddie whispered something into Carla’s ear and Carla whispered back, nodding in silent agreement. Maddie’s voice floated from under the table. “OK, what do you want me to do?” Innocent enough words, but they triggered a porno flick in his head, as he pictured what he’d love them to do. Grayson was trapped holding two hundred pounds of table, with two lesbians kneeling at ground zero watching and his cock stiffen like a tent pole in his pajama pants. In a minute, he’d have a full-blown erection cooking, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Not that he’d do either if given the chance. Maddie shuffled under the table. “Need some help getting that nut off?” “Yeah, see if you think this will do it,” said Carla, and in a flash pulled Grayson’s cotton pants down, allowing his stiffening manhood to swing free. By the time he realized what happened, she gulped and swallowed half of his cock. She cradled his balls tenderly and swirled her tongue around him with precision. Grayson sucked breath through clenched teeth. Even though he’d seen it coming, he had to fight to keep his knees from buckling. A groaning, “Ohhh. God. Sweet mercy…” escaped his suddenly constricted throat. He staggered under the weight of the table, oblivious to the fact that no nuts had yet to be removed. Carla rocked back and his cock slipped out of her mouth with a smart pop and looked at Maddie. “Do you think that might help?” Maddie crawled closer and grabbed his now bobbing penis. “No, I think you may have to do this first.”

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The Secret Handshake She went down on him, sucking hungrily, scraping her teeth along his length, defying everything he thought a lesbian would be allowed to do and still be part of the Sisterhood. Her mouth felt like heaven and her tongue swirled expertly. Gray thought irrationally that this was not the first time either of them had had a mouthful of man. Twice, then three times she went deep on him before withdrawing to just his cockhead, before she too backed away, leaving him with an open-mouthed kiss on the tip of his dick. A wash of cool air shivered over his heated cock. “Hey!” he protested. “Screw that fucking leg back on and come out from under that table. We’ll sure enough get a nut off once and for all.” Carla crawled out the near side of the table as Maddie backed out of the other. A grinning Carla reached him first, placed her hand on his belly, then slid it down past the table edge and grabbed his pounding cock. “Honey,” she confessed, “I never touched the nuts…ummm… on the table.” Grayson let it go immediately and turned toward her. Maddie caught him by the crook of his arm and pulled him back toward her, whispering, “Our rules.” He let them take charge and stood motionless, his mouth hanging open, his eyes watching every move, oblivious to the fact that his penis was emulating a compass needle and his pants were bunched around his knees. He stayed frozen in place, praying that his dream of dreams was about to come true...while he was wide awake enough to enjoy it to the fullest. To ensure they knew he would agree to anything, he nodded. “Your rules. Just tell me what I’m supposed….” “Hush...” Maddie stepped away and reached for the buttons on her sundress. Teasingly, she undid them one by one until her dress gapped open slightly, barely hiding what he’d longed to see for five years. He fought the urge to reach out and open her dress, knowing somehow that this was more than a man-woman moment. He tried to reconcile the thoughts that boiled inside of him. There was an intense reverence for her beauty that burned deeper than the sex ever could. Every man has sworn at some point that if he’d been born a woman, he would have been a lesbian. But this was different. There was an unknown, yet remotely familiar part of him that stood there feeling as a woman would feel, wanting as a woman would want. Yet he responded from the place in him that was

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G. Gregory pure man, and even as a man, he could feel it. He could understand it, how they could crave the touch of their own kind. In that moment he knew; this sex would be more of a joining than anything else. Carla stepped around him and peeled off her tank top. He’d seen her like that before, alluringly naked, her eyes languorous and heavy-lidded, but this time he was part of her intent. His eyes drank in every curve while his mind told him that on one inspired day, the good Lord above had smiled down on mankind and created her perfect breasts. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Carla, those are just…” He closed his mouth, shaking his head as though disbelieving what his eyes revealed. She smiled and cupped both breasts. “So…you’re a man who appreciates firm little tits, are you?” He swallowed hard, nodded. “Those are truly perfection.” Maddie stepped forward and caressed his cock with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. “You’re not such a bad specimen yourself, my friend.” His breath caught in his throat, and he stood there like a statue and let her stroke him. His mind was racing. Why, after five years of sometimes intense flirtation, was this happening now? Did this mean Maddie and Carla were bisexual? He didn’t understand what had changed, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to question it. “He’s being such a good boy,” cooed Carla. Her delicate hand covered Maddie’s, and together they stroked him. Maddie murmured, a teasing note in her tone. “Mmm, yes he is, and good boys should be rewarded.” Carla dropped her shorts and stepped away to allow him to look at the rest of her naked body for the first time. Her fingers trailed down across the ring in her bellybutton to play with the little v-shaped tuft of hair, where he ached to have the tip of his nose. Satisfied that he had made his visual inspection, she stepped closer to him. Instinctively, his hands came up to caress her breasts. Maddie reached out and grabbed him by the wrists. “Our rules, remember?” Christ... “Tell me what you want me to do, Maddie,” he whispered, breath ragged. “We’ll just have to decide that, now won’t we?”

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The Secret Handshake She turned to Carla and kissed her tenderly, then looked down at the throbbing manhood pointed straight at them. “Look at his cock, lover.” They dropped to their knees in front of him. Grayson took his shaft in his hand and squeezed a satisfying shiver through his body. This time it was Carla who grabbed his wrist and repeated the warning. “C’mon, our rules, Gray. That means you touch what we tell you to touch, and not until. That includes this gorgeous dick of yours…and…it means you can’t touch these either.” She leaned back on her haunches and cupped her own breasts and caressed them before rolling both nipples simultaneously. “Or these…” And she pulled open Maddie’s dress and teased her closest nipple with the tip of her tongue so Grayson could see – or was it that he was forced to watch? Either way it was a journey to a private hell he hoped he’d never leave – and could only pray would bring its rewards for his obedience. Maddie wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed for him, blessing the tip with another wet, open-mouthed kiss. “Agreed?” He gasped and fought for air. “I’m your slave, ladies. I’ll agree to most anything.” Carla grinned, “Oooh, a slave. Hear that Maddie?” “Yes I did, and one with the nicest cock I’ve seen in a very long time, too.” With no hesitation, Carla leaned forward and took him deeply into her mouth, then quickly withdrew with a loud slurp and squeezed him hard with her hand. “You’re right, Maddie. His cock is magnificent.” She rose up again to nuzzle his penis with her lips, turning her head from side-to-side, brushing him against her cheeks. She pushed against the side of his cock, lifting it upward with her lips to capture his sweet spot underneath in her mouth, tonguing him lightly before sitting back on her heels. Sweat beaded Gray’s forehead. “Oh my God,” he gasped. Maddie reached for him as Carla sat back, lightly running her fingertips along the sensitive underside of his length, from his ball sac to the gleaming tip. He flinched when she also hesitated to strum on his sweet spot. As if he was some inanimate object who couldn’t or wouldn’t comment, Carla said to Maddie, “I think we should both have this glorious big dick inside of us.”

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G. Gregory Maddie nodded agreement. “We can take turns fucking ourselves until we come all over it.” Grayson listened to their dialogue and screamed inside for relief. A brief mouthing here and a light touch there had made him crazy with desire, yet he stood rigid, waiting for them to decide how to use his body for their own pleasure...hoping they’d use his body for their own pleasure. The ecstasy of them touching him blended and boiled with the agony of fighting the urge to take one of them by the back of the head and drive himself to his limit in her throat. Fuck was alive, unleashed, and shrieking in his head, demanding that he plunge forward and feed the beast, rapidly eroding his will to play the “good boy” much longer. They stood once again and caressed his manhood together, squeezing another shiver of satisfaction up his spine. Bright white flashes exploded behind his eyes. “Gray-buddy, which one of us do you think should be pleased first?” He grunted a one syllable laugh. “Right. Now there’s a question as safe as ‘Do I look fat in these pants?’ You think I’m going to risk the pleasing of both of you over who I might choose to go first?” Carla clapped her hands like a delighted little girl. “Oh Maddie, he has the perfect cock and he’s brilliant.” “And what a lethal combination that can be,” said Maddie, watching for his reaction. Puzzled, Grayson looked back at her. Staring squarely into her eyes, he said, “Hey, I’ve confessed openly to dreaming about you guys over and over these last few years. You and Carla have something magical here, and I can only imagine the incredible lovemaking you share together – I can almost feel it. God knows, I’ve pulled on my crank so many times just wanting to be a part of it, and now we’re here in this beautiful moment. I can’t lust after one of you and not want the other at the same time.” “Oh…good answer, buddy,” praised Carla. Maddie stepped closer and took him by the wrist, slipping his hand inside her dress. “Touch them for me. Show me how much you want us.” He moved his big hand to hover over her breast. He did not touch her at first, but lingered close enough to feel her body heat, and imagined the tip of her erect nipple burning into the palm of his hand. Fingertips curled and caressed the outside of her breast gently, deliberately avoiding her nipple.

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The Secret Handshake He stood there mesmerized, eyes closed, willing his sense of touch to see and feel and remember the details of this moment completely. “I can feel your heat,” he whispered. “God knows, I’ve wanted to touch these for so long, Maddie.” She closed her eyes too and tilted her chin up slightly, anticipating his caress. He made contact with her nipple, cupping it squarely in the palm of his hand. His fingers and thumb closed around her to mold seamlessly to the curve of her breast. Slowly he drew his hand outward, fingertips and thumb coming together to lightly pull her nipple until it popped free. She jerked and her eyes flew open as his pinch sent a spasm through her body. He looked hard at both of them. “I want both of you, or neither of you.” **** The king-size bed was still in the bedroom, a welcoming island in a sea of boxes and luggage. Grayson followed their instructions willingly and sprawled flat on his back, naked in the middle of the bed. His cock pulsed anxiously with every beat of his heart, as two deliciously naked women crawled across the bed toward him. He wondered if they had come to the decision he’d refused to make a few minutes earlier. His suspicions were confirmed when Carla straddled him and perched on his stomach, her knees pulled together and feet planted on either side of his chest. “We’ve decided that you’re going to let me use you first. Are you OK with that, buddy?” “How could I possibly lose?” asked Grayson. “Oh, you have such good answers. Now here’s what I want you to do for me.” His concentration went out the window as he felt Maddie between his legs. He could not see what she was doing but his cockhead was in her mouth. Her tongue swirled as she went down on him, so slowly he strained to roll his hips upward to meet her advance. She stayed down on him for a few seconds, her tongue pressing, prodding, then relaxed her throat, coaxing him to push deeper before backing off. “Oh my God,” he whispered. Carla watched as intense pleasure paralyzed his face, causing her own arousal to thicken her voice and steal her breath. “Do you think he’s ready for me yet, lover?” “Almost.” Maddie leaned around Carla and made a request Grayson was all too willing to grant. “Spread her legs apart, Gray, and watch her turn into a naughty thing. Spread them and watch her precious little pussy blossom for you.”

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G. Gregory Grayson put his hands on the insides of Carla’s knees and started to pull her legs apart. She resisted. He pulled harder. Still she resisted. He looked up at her, silently questioning. Just how much permission he had actually been given? She was coy, teasing. “What’s wrong, buddy? Not strong enough to force a naughty little girl’s legs apart? I’m a little shy...have to be careful. There’s no telling what you might want to do to me if I just let you. I mean, geez, you might try to suck my pussy or something.” Carla scooted her bottom up so she was sitting squarely on his chest. Her knees were still held tightly together over his face. “Spread my legs, buddy. Force them open and take a look at my aching little cunt.” He increased his effort this time, fighting her resistance. Slowly her legs widened. As he pried them open her bottom shifted higher onto his chest, and he instantly realized that they were headed to the same place. He wanted so badly to kiss that sweet little pussy and the harder he fought to spread her legs, the closer she scooted toward his mouth. He whispered, “Come on, sweet thing. You want my tongue in your pussy, don’t you?” “Yesss,” she hissed back. “I want to you lick this bad girl cunt of mine.” Her feet shifted as he forced her legs even wider, until she settled her knees on either side of his head. She was poised mere inches from his mouth. As Carla moved over his face, Maddie straddled his hips, her soaking pussy pinning his cock. She fondled Carla’s tits with both hands, and Grayson went to a place near heaven. When Carla’s legs opened farther, she rocked forward, grabbed the headboard, and smothered him with her pussy. “Ummm, yeah! That’s a good boy,” she moaned, grinding herself hard on his mouth. In the same instant, Maddie slid forward, releasing his cock, then rocked back and impaled herself on his full length. She pushed on Carla’s ass for better leverage pivoting her hips to take every inch of him. Grunting her pleasure, she settled down on him completely. The muffed cry of his satisfaction vibrated through the depths of Carla’s gyrating pussy. Carla moaned softly, “Goodness, Madeline. Our slave sure knows…ummm…fuck! He knows how to eat a pussy.” Maddie sat upright behind her and cupped her lover’s breasts, pinching and rolling her tight little nipples again. “Let me tell you, our slave has another talent. I’d almost forgotten how nice it feels to have a heart beating wall-to-wall inside me. Ohhh Lordy, he’s thick!”

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The Secret Handshake She sighed deeply and rocked back, keeping her pace slow, and remained fully impaled on his cock. Carla was silent, though her mouth was open as if she would scream. She leaned back and twisted, stretching for Maddie’s lips. Grayson flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit before pushing her away slightly. “Carla, turn around and then put that sweet little cunt back on my mouth.” Carla lifted up and spun around quickly, placing her knees back on either side of his head and caressed Maddie’s breasts. Maddie moaned, “God this is so good. Gray, I think you do understand.” She rocked down hard on him. The next time she made that move he drove upward to meet her. She squealed and grabbed for Carla, whose knees were still close enough together that her pussy hovered barely an inch from the tip of Grayson’s reaching tongue. He lifted his head and licked her deeply each time he rose to meet Maddie’s thrusts. His tongue slipped through her wetness from clit to the pucker of her anus before dropping his head back to the bed. Each time both women gasped, lost in parallel pleasures. They kissed, their hands kneading each other’s breasts. Carla reached down and felt the slow thrusting of Gray’s cock as it plunged to the hilt each time Maddie drove herself down on his hips. Lost in her lover’s rapture, Carla rocked on Gray’s dancing tongue, meeting every thrust with equal intensity. She spread Maddie’s ample juices from the base of his cock to her lover’s clit and massaged it with her fingers. Maddie held Carla’s face in both hands and kissed her deeply, breathing heavily through her nose, grunting with the impact of Gray’s thrusts and the sweetness of Carla’s fingers, slipping and sliding around her clit. She started to shiver; Grayson could feel her contractions squeezing him. He remained deep and flexed hard in Maddie’s quivering cunt. She cried out at the sensation of his cock swelling inside of her. Again he flexed and again she cried out, this time slipping into a different place, accelerating into oblivion. “Hold me, lover! I’m coming on him...he’s making me come. I wish you...could come with me…this is…” Grayson snatched Carla’s knees out from under her and she fell hard against his mouth, just as he made his last lunging thrust into Maddie. His mouth chewed at her, greedily sucking, alternately licking and fluttering his tongue on the underside of her throbbing pearl. He probed, pressing for a moment, and then flickering with a feather’s touch. Finally, he sucked her

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G. Gregory engorged clit between his tongue and his upper teeth, rolling it back and forth. Powerful hands and fingertips raked down her back, pulling her tightly to him. He latched onto her swollen nub, first flicking lightly, then prodding harder before pressing the tip of his tongue against her. She quivered violently, squirming on him, succumbing to his ministrations. Carla screamed, clutching for Maddie. Grayson shook his head rapidly from side-to-side, lips and tongue sliding across her trigger, sending her over the edge. Maddie rocked with the beginning vibrations of her own orgasm, only a heartbeat or two from unleashing its full fury upon her. Tongues disappeared into each other’s mouths as they both came crashing home together. It was all Grayson could do to keep from coming himself at the incredible thrill of having two women thrash through simultaneous orgasms...orgasms he had given them. His lovers moaned and cried into each other’s mouth, holding on desperately, as if they were going to be pulled apart forever. Grayson gasped as Carla rolled off of him, babbling to himself. “Oh Christ, what a sweet little pussy that is. Fuck. I knew it. I just knew it had to be. I’m…oh fuck…thank…thank you, Carla. What a gift you are to me... She leaned up on one elbow and just looked at him until he regained his senses and fell silent. “Who, pray tell, taught you how to eat pussy like that?” His come-smeared lips stretched into a Cheshire smile, and he winked. “A very, very patient woman.” Maddie leaned on his chest and whispered breathlessly, “While I fully intended…to fuck myself with your…incredible cock, I’m afraid you may have overtaken my best…intentions, Gray.” He gave her a look of mock concern. “Really? Do I owe you an apology, Maddie?” She collapsed next to him, panting, and rolled onto her back, releasing a short choking laugh. “Quite the contrary. I forgot…mmm...forgot how alive…how the heartbeat fills you.” She squeezed his hand. “I could feel it, Gray. I could feel the love you have for Carla and me.” “It’s all good ladies. We’re here because it’s right for us,” whispered Gray, reaching out to caress both women. Carla stroked his chest hairs and looked down at his still rigid cock. “You haven’t come yet, have you?” “No ma’am. Think you could help a poor slave out?”

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The Secret Handshake “Honey, after the way you sucked my pussy, I’ll ride you into next week. Maddie, scoot over, lover. It’s my turn to ride this pony back to the barn.” She crept down between his knees and licked the length of his cock. “Hmmm, Maddie...I can taste your sweet come on him, and oh…I see what you mean. I can feel that heartbeat you’re talking about.” She clutched him tightly in both hands and Gray’s hot life blood throbbed in her grip. He flexed for her. She looked up at him, astonished. “Oh my God!” “Want to feel that inside you, baby?” “Oh yeah. If you promise to do that for me when I ask for it.” “Deal. Climb on and fuck yourself. Come on me again, and you’ll pull me over the edge with you.” She licked his length one more time and slithered up his body, smearing Maddie’s leftovers between her breasts and belly. “See if you can put this big dick in that tiny little pussy.” She straddled him, pinning his aching cock to his belly. With a flick of her hips she slid up the length of him, then downward, painting the underside of his cock with her own juices, each stroke running her clit over his sweet spot. “Put your clit right on my sweet spot. Yeah, that’s my man-clit. Hmmm, right there,” he whispered hoarsely. “Now don’t move.” He flexed again, drawing a soft whimper as she exhaled through pursed lips. His hands squeezed her ass and held her tightly to him. The full weight of her pinned his penis straight up against his belly. He flexed hard once more, and she sucked in her breath at the sensation. “Oh baby, feel how alive that is? Slip it inside and Fuck’s going to take us both.” Carla moaned and shivered, “God, yes – I feel it.” Maddie was on her back next to them, watching, hands slipping between her legs, encouraging Carla. “Fuck him, lover.” “Make Fuck with me, Carla. Move that delicious little clit…move that sweet pearl-drop up and down my cock. That’s it. Good girl.” Carla moaned softly. Maddie breathed heavily, exhaling through tight lips as her fingers curled into a renewed wetness.

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G. Gregory “Up…yeah…shit…now down…Go! Move on me, woman.” He clutched her ass tighter, no longer the good boy. “Fuck – yes. Just…oh God, that’s good.” Gray had her by the waist, guiding her movement. She was soaking wet, slipping on him like wet silk, sliding. This is where he had wanted to be for such a long time. This pussy finally belonged to him and he ached to be inside. That sweet cunt was there. It was now. She was on him, and she was there to make him come. After five years it was his turn. After five years she was spreading her legs and giving her pussy to him. Overwhelming lust consumed them both, making her arms tremble on his chest. It was time to fuck this woman good and proper. “Slide higher so my cock slips down into…yeah…fuck...right there…God, you’re so wet. Jesus! Don’t you…don’t fucking move.” She looked like she was in a trance but followed his instructions. “Mmm, I need that buzz, Gray – I need that heartbeat buried inside me!” “This big dick belongs to you, baby.” And then Maddie rolled toward them, reached around behind Carla and grabbed Grayson’s penis, rubbing the head of it against her lover, spreading their combined wetness from the tight pucker of her anus back to the mouth of her aching pussy. Carla pushed downward, stretching herself around his girth, grunting and gasping as agonizingly slowly, he filled her. They moaned in unison. At the completion of that first deep penetration, he flexed. Carla howled. “Ah…ohhh fuck…oh that’s good.” “Oh yeah, it’s good…don’t…don’t move.” “Maddie?” Grayson turned to look and found Maddie still watching them, both hands between her legs. “Sweetie, use my mouth. This is for all of us.” Maddie shook her head. “I want you to finish her first. Let her fuck you like I did. I want to watch her ride that big dick. I want to see what she looks like when a man explodes inside her. Fuck her good, Gray. Fuck her good and then you can roll over here and suck this pussy I’m keeping hot for you.” “I’ll be right there, baby…” he began, but his response was strangled by Carla rising upward and bouncing hard against the head of his cock before driving his entire length deep inside, the insides of her thighs slapping wetly against his hips. She reminded him of a jungle creature; growling like a hungry cat, writhing like a speared snake, swiveling and pivoting her hips to capture every inch of his thick penis.

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The Secret Handshake He drove upward to match her efforts. “That’s it, bad girl. You fuck that big dick. Ride down hard on it and feel that heartbeat touch your soul.” Her fingers thrust inside her cunt, Maddie hissed beside them, “Yesss. Do it. Fuck yourself, lover. Ride that cock ‘til you come for me.” Carla forced him deeper, grunting and grinding her hips. Grayson held her around the waist and thrust to pierce her very being. His voice was low and hoarse. “Good girl. Now rock, baby. Stay down tight and rock those hips. Let that sweet cunt swallow every inch of it.” He flexed hard, and her whimpers confirmed the shock waves he knew he’d sent through her. “Yeah,” he grated, “Feel it moving? Think about how alive that cock is. Feel it swell inside you. Feel the head flare down deep? Ready for more?” Carla nodded silently. “Tell me when, baby. Be still and concentrate. Tell me when you can feel my heartbeat. Then I’ll make it move like a fuck-beast in you.” She nodded again and flexed her thighs, gripping him around the hips. “Good girl, get it tight. Lean forward a little bit. Pin that clit on my pubic bone. Swivel that sweet ass. Get all of me.” She moved, flexed her thighs and rocked her hips, screwing herself down tighter onto him. He said through gritted teeth, “Oh fuck that’s good. Tell me when you want it, Carla.” She laughed a wicked laugh, deep and throaty. “I have a little fuck-beast of my own in there, bud. She’s going to eat your cock…suck every drop of juice out of you.” She strained, tightening herself around his girth. “Feel her?” Carla leaned forward and snarled like the jungle cat she had become. “She’s gonna to suck you dry, buddy.” The heat of her breath brushed his lips, igniting the flames of passion that flashed behind his eyes. “Then come on, little girl. We’re…fuck…we’re almost there.” Gripping her hips, he stilled her, silently begging her to wait. Several seconds passed, deliciously enticing seconds that were measured by two heartbeats that had long since synchronized. He knew it wouldn’t be much longer. With every flex he edged deeper. With every second they waited, the walls of her vagina relaxed, melting seamlessly around him.

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G. Gregory He knew she wanted him to flex, but fought the urge to just let it go. The sensation of his flaring cockhead would send shivers through her when it was fully positioned in the cul-de-sac at the mouth of her cervix. When they made that final ultimate connection, it would send waves of energy through her, searing her from the inside. His eyes locked on Carla’s, Gray whispered, “Ready, baby?” Maddie laid a staying hand on his arm. “Wait, not yet. She’s still swallowing it. Can you feel it?” He roared like a wounded beast, crushed by his own impatience. He was ready now. It was time. All he wanted to do was grip her tiny waist and slam into her, fuck her senseless. “It’s…fuck…you’re so…God…so fucking patient.” Hovering motionless, Carla whispered, “I can feel it…your heart beat…I feel it inside of me.” Her eyes focused on his and she spoke like it was a loving confession. “I can feel your life inside of me, buddy.” Maddie rose up and nuzzled Carla’s neck, whispered encouragement. “I love the way you’re using the patience I taught you to fuck him for me. Take your time, lover. I want to see your face when he comes deep inside you. I want to see your face when you come for me.” “Maddie, I love you so much.” Carla was close to sobbing from the intensity of the emotions that were building deep inside of her. “I know this is Gray’s cock in me, but you have to know that I still love only…” Maddie’s fingers floated to her lover’s lips, hushed her. “That’s our cock inside you. It’s as thick and hard as it is because I fucked it up big and strong to satisfy my lover. It’s the cock of our best friend in the world. There will never be another like his. This cock belongs to us –Gray belongs to us. He’s a part of us now.” Grayson almost came as he heard Maddie whispering into the curls at the base of Carla’s ear. He knew then the depths of the relationship they had never shared. There were no barriers to break down anymore, there was only acceptance and respect and trust. His eyes misted, powerful emotions mixed with a raging lust that consumed his beating heart. Maddie kissed her lover deeply. “You love me, Carla. Now you’ll love me through Gray. Rise up, my love. You rise up and fuck him…come on this man…our man. There’s no reason to hesitate and no guilt for you to feel, because now the three of us are one. Fuck him, lover. Fuck him wild until you fly.”

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The Secret Handshake Carla sobbed, reeling from her intense love for Maddie, and now Grayson. Surging with the rush of pure animal lust, free to fuck him guilt-free, she grunted and squeezed herself around the throbbing girth of Gray’s cock. He touched her cheek as his own animal growled. “Fuck me, sweet thing...” then turned his eyes to Maddie. “Help her.” “Now,” shrieked Carla. “Show me. Let me feel it. Now!” Grayson was as aroused as he had ever been in his life. He grabbed her midriff and demanded her attention, barked an order, “Look at me!” She looked at him, though it was from a distant place. His cock was pounding, blood thundered in his ears. “Look beyond my eyes,” he demanded. “Look the fuck-beast in the eyes! Find it, baby!” He waited until she focused and came back into the moment. “Got it?” “Yeah…Now!” she growled, down deep in her throat. He gripped her waist and flexed as hard as he could. Carla opened her mouth and screamed, never taking her eyes from his. Mindless, she dug her nails into his chest, her voice thick with ecstasy. He felt movement near the head of his cock, but it was not yet complete. Sweat stung his eyes. His big hands moved lower on her waist and gripped her roughly. “Lean forward more. More. Right there. Hang on.” He flexed again, thrusting his hips in tandem, pulled her hard onto him. Again, she screamed and clawed at his chest. This time they connected. “Yesss. My God, yes.” She shuddered, her hips quivering against his. He smiled up at her. “Mmm, now this is Fuck. Yes…yesss…finally, we’re Fuck. Just rock, sweet Carla. Just rock on my dick. It’s yours now. Fuck it slow. Roll forward on that clit every time. Ummm…good girl…uhnn…Fuck gets no better than this.” Carla moaned hoarsely and mouthed words that had no meaning. He thrust his hips to match her movement. “Look at Maddie,” he whispered. “Let her see how this Fuck the three of us called up is devouring you from the inside.” Carla looked at her lover and rocked. Grayson felt too good to die, yet death seemed the only merciful way out, and that’s how he wanted Fuck to be with them. He could feel impending oblivion vibrating in Carla’s body. She panted; her neck and chest flushed a deep crimson as sexhot blood rushed throughout her body. There was no need to thrash and slam themselves

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The Secret Handshake ears. Carla collapsed and rolled to Grayson’s left shoulder, and Maddie curled up on his right. She threw a long leg over his and seemed almost to melt into his body. He turned his head, wordlessly thanking her, but she lifted her eyes to his and said, “Don’t say it. You owe us nothing, Gray. You took us both there, lover.” “Fuck took all three of us, and yes, I am your lover. I’ve always been the lover for both of you.” A sudden irrational flash of jealousy at the thought of another man having them made him say possessively, “Always will be too.” Carla lifted her head and smiled in reassurance. “We wouldn’t have it any other way, buddy.” Grayson smiled back. “Then nothing’s changed has it?” Maddie nuzzled into his shoulder. “Well…yes...everything’s changed. For the better…” He kissed her forehead, turned to Carla and placed a kiss on hers as well. A drowsy contentment crept over them, pressing them into the bed. Grayson held his lovers close, wanting their weight on his chest, close to his heart where passion slowly faded and deepened into a commitment they would share for the rest of their lives. He marveled at the tickle of their hair on his bare skin, the delicious warmth generated by the heat of two bodies pressed to his. And his mind wandered back over the morning, remembering everything, every word, every minute. He wondered if they had intended this to happen, if their impending move had prompted the invitation to venture inside their private world. And Gray grinned, a smug satisfaction weighting his exhausted limbs. He was lying between his lesbian lovers; he had lived every man’s fantasy. He, a coffee-loving, card-carrying good neighbor, had just become a full-fledged Brother in The Sisterhood. He tightened his grip slightly, whispering, “So…when are you guys going to show me the secret handshake? Neither one answered him. Sleep had come between him and his knowing.

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G. Gregory

G. Gregory is a transplanted southern gentleman living a happily married life amid corn and soybeans in the rolling hills of southeast Indiana. Life is complete there because of a feisty redhead who's captured what was left of a well-worn heart. He's been writing short stories and poetry for over twenty years, the shift to erotica influenced by an awakening of sorts in 1997. Never once has he looked back. Ask him what his style is like, and he'd be hard-pressed to tell you. Loyal readers of his erotica have used words like "evocative" and "engaging" while others feel like they are drawn in to "live" the stories. Chances are there's a genetic link in the family tree as his grandfather was a master story-teller and an accomplished poet. Hours of listening, spellbound, equipped him to carry on the tradition with his own kids. His transition to erotica was a natural progression as passions locked away were unleashed. Blend in discovery of a lusty Muse with his penchant for spinning a good tale, and the rest is history. Being the product of another man's lust and the patience of a passionate, loving woman, there's no wonder sexuality is an integral part of him and worthy of celebration in story and verse. More about G. Gregory may be found at his web site at www.myerotica.net.

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