Full Fathom Five #11

Bruno sat on the dock outside Lula’s house. He watched the waves on the sea, and he thought about who he was now and what he was going to do. The sliding door opened, and Lula stepped out onto the dock.

She sat down next to him and put her head on his shoulder. “Bruno, my heart still aches for everything that I’ve seen. You are a good person,” she said, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. “No one should have to go through that.”

“I always thought that you would think I was so pathetic if I told you about all that. Or crazy. It’s like, even from the ones I’m closest to, I’m still hiding so much.”

“Same. That’s how I thought that you would feel after you found out about what happened with me and my dad. That I was broken, tainted. Damaged beyond repair.”

“Lula, I have to confess something to you. I think I’m in love with you-” and her mouth was on his in an instant, soft and gentle and warm. They kissed for a long moment, and she wrapped her arms around his chest.

When they broke the kiss, she pulled a short distance away from him and smiled, wrinkling her nose.

“I don’t want to offend you,” Bruno said. “There’s more I have to say. I think I’m in love with you and I think I’m in love with Zula too. I know it makes no sense. I know she’s a lot older than me. But what the three of us shared, it’s just so intense, personal, and physical, and I don’t know what it all means.” Bruno ran his hand through Lula’s long dark hair. He looked out at the water.

Lula surprised him by squeezing his thigh and smiling widely. “Bruno, Bruno, Bruno. You don’t think I know you by now? Zula and I feel the same way about you.”

Bruno swallowed. “How was that again?“

“I’ve told you that Zula and I have an affectionate relationship. We’re more than friends. I think we’re both bisexual. We feel a deep connection and love for you, and we’ve talked about it. We think the best thing would be for all of us to be together.”

“At… at the same time?“

The door open a second time, and Zula walked out. She smiled lasciviously. “And just what have you two been doing?” She laughed and pointed at them. “Like I don’t know!”

Zula strolled over where they were sitting and stood behind Lula. She rested her hands on the young woman’s shoulders and slowly begin tracing lines along the side of her neck. Lula closed her eyes and turned her head around to Zula. She whispered, “he says he loves us both.”

Zula leaned over and put her hand on Bruno‘s chest. “I love you, Bruno. She loves you. Now is the time that we can express our love for each other, without masks, without walls. Let us leave all the artifice behind us.”

Bruno’s heart was racing as he stood up and kissed Zula; he felt deep gratitude for all she’d done for him, how she’d brought him out of his lonely suicide spiral and made him whole again. She really had helped to heal his and Lula’s broken hearts. He knew that they would always be tied together.

He broke the kiss. “So, if we’re all together, how will that work?” He took Lula’s hand and she stood with them. They held hands and looked into each other’s eyes.

Zula spoke. “We should go inside and see where all of this takes us.”

Bruno and Lula followed her into her home, and she led them to her bedroom, with a four poster bed and crisp white sheets. Zula brought them to the bed and they sat down, taking off their shoes. She instructed them: “you two start kissing, and I’ll just watch. Pretty soon, I’ll start … helping. Does that sound OK?” They nodded, and Zula sat in a chair opposite the bed. She began to unbutton her robe.

Bruno watched her for a moment, feeling the warmth rising in his crotch. Then he ran his hand up Lula’s arm, around her shoulders, and brought her in for a kiss. She shivered and giggled. He pulled her toward him and sat her across his lap. He felt her breasts through her loose robe, and found the fold, opening it to reveal her beautiful body, her dark areolae and tanned skin. He brought her to him and kissed her neck. He felt her robe being removed from behind, and he saw Zula draw her hands down Lula’s waist and between her thighs.

Zula crouched by Lula’s ear and whispered, “I want to see you suck his dick.”

Lula reached forward obediently and opened the front of Bruno’s robe, feeling his broad, bronze chest. She brought the robe down around his shoulders, and leaned forward and licked and kissed her way down his flat abdomen and kneeled between his thighs.

Zula gathered a handful of Lula‘s hair in her hand and made a fist with it. “That’s right. Now I want to see you suck.” Lula wrapped her hands around the base of Bruno’s cock, and took him deep down a throat. Zulu guided her head up and down, back and forth. Then she released her hair, squeezed the young woman’s nipple, and left her to her work. She moved up the bed to Bruno, who felt like he’d wake up from this dream at any moment. She kissed him on the mouth, and he smelled a spice he couldn’t place. And then she spread her legs across his face and brought her pussy down his mouth.

Bruno had never eaten pussy before. It reminded him of the smell of pencils and tasted a little like metal and lemon juice. He drove his tongue into the older woman’s bush, licking at her pussy lips.

Zula leaned down and used her hands to open herself up, pulling back the sheath on her clit. “Bruno just try and tickle this, all right?” He nodded, and begin to work, as she rotated her hips above.

Bruno felt safe. He felt loved. The two women were goddesses to him, and between the two of them, he felt whole for the first time that he could remember.

When Bruno felt like he would cum at any moment, he slowed down his tongue. Zula moved off of him, and gently removed Lula from his dick. Zula kissed Lula deeply, reaching down and grabbing her ass forcefully. Bruno bit his lip; he wouldn’t hyperventilate, he told himself. His erection felt like iron in his hand, white and red hot.

Zula brought Lula with her to the bed. Zula sat with her back to the headboard, and she positioned Lula with her back to Zula’s tits. Zula stuck one hand in Lula’s pussy, and Lula sucked on the other one. She popped Zula’s finger out of her mouth and looked at Bruno plaintively. She giggled. “Well?” Lula asked. “Are you going to get in here and fuck me or what?”

Bruno crawled onto the bed, and he and Zula made Lula a sandwich. He mounted her, and begin gently thrusting into her as she gasped. Zula alternately worked Lula’s clit and tits and kissed her.

Bruno felt himself close to coming, and began to slow down. Zula watch his face.

“Bruno, when it’s time for you to come, make sure you come me, OK?” Bruno nodded, dimly remembering something about this.

He leaned past Lula, and drove his cock deep into Zula’s pussy, wet and strong. Zula gave a low moan, pulling Lula close to her. He started fucking faster, and Zula kept the pressure on Lula’s pussy, plunging her fingers in and out, keeping her at a fever pitch. Lula gasped and moaned, and clutched at Bruno.

When he came, his eyes shut, and he moaned. He felt like everything in him had exited his body. He slowly pulled out of Zula, and ran his hands down Lula’s thighs, touching her chin and smiling at her. He leaned over and was asleep in moments, with Lula stroking his hair.