Free Deadly Lullaby by Robert McClure

is naked and uncovered by my side, staring fish-eyed at me with strands of her honey-blonde hair covering half her face. I brush back her hair and stroke her cheek.
    “You okay?” I say.
    She smiles, touches my cheek. “Oh yeah.”
    A soft sound, almost a murmur, floats from the foot of the bed, and I raise my head to find Ronni lying crossways at our feet, also naked and uncovered. She snores cutely with her head resting on her little clasped hands the way a child’s would, and the angelic expression on her face is incompatible with the acts she performed earlier.
    “Man,” I say to Maggie, “you made her happy.”
    “You helped,” Maggie says, and yawns lightly before she smiles and says, “a little.”
    “I did not know you harbored such, um,
intense
desires for women.”
    “Me neither. I was with women in threesomes when I started in the biz, but this is the most fun I ever had with one.” She raises her head to peek at Ronni. “She’s so pretty and nice”—a roll of her eyes—“and willing.” She sighs. She props her elbow on the bedding and leans her chin on her hand, an amused, slightly embarrassed expression on her face. “Guess I got carried away. And, lucky you, you had a front row seat for all of it.”
    “More like a seat on the bench, a second-stringer raring to get into the game.”
    She strokes my face. “Aw, Babe, I let you play with her.”
    I knit my brow. “Not for long.”
    “It didn’t take long.”
    “Hey.”
    She laughs and kisses me on the corner of my lips. “You know I’m kidding.”
    I roll to my back, smiling. “It was fun,” I say to the ceiling. “Weird…
very
weird…but still fun.” Turning to her, I say, “Fact is, though, the experience convinced me I prefer sex the old-fashioned way, one-on-one.”
    This is a true statement.
    I turn to peck her cheek and stroke her breast. “So…you know…”
    “So,” she says, trying to read my eyes, “I know what? You want to go one-on-one?” She draws me close. “Tell me what you want to do.”
    “You do not know what I want?”
    She nibbles my neck. “Nooo, you have to tell me.” A husky whisper. “I’ll do anything. Just tell me, please.”
    “You sure?”
    “Yes.”
    “Positive?”
    She giggles. “
Yes,
you maniac.”
    “I mean, if you insist, sure.” I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger and turn her face to mine. “What I want is for you to leave the room so me and Ronni can—”
    She smacks my ass.
    The sharp sound echoes off the low ceiling and gives Ronni a start. She grunts, rolls over, and shows us her back and buns.
    “You know I am kidding,” I say, and initiate a bout of playful wrestling, rolling on top of her to pin her down and bite her neck, her breasts, her pink little nipples.
    Before long we get serious. Her hands work the muscles on my neck and back, knead my ass, sending little shockwaves through me, as we suck and nibble on each other’s lips and tongues. I slip two fingers inside her with ease and her eyes flare as she says, “You rested up? Ready for some real love now, huh?”
    I notice with more than a little relief that I have a very serviceable erection.
    She pushes me onto my back and kneels before me to suck my cock just long enough for it to achieve maximum hardness. Smiling with anticipation, biting her lip, she mounts me, deftly taking me inside her without using her hands, her long hair tenting my face. She straightens, facing the ceiling as she whips her hair from her eyes, and arches her back to take me in as deeply as she can. She bucks and grinds while I thrust and grind and suck and bite her nipples and squeeze her ass. Her breathing becomes rapid, and shudders rack her body when I gently grab the nape of her neck and ease her downward to apply firm friction on her clitoris with my pubic bone.
    Gasps, a yelp, more shudders, and she digs her teeth into my neck when I burst inside her, spasms tickling my legs and toes.
    We turn to our sides, holding