The words turned me on so much I was suckering my lips back onto yours within a millisecond, even with the trepidation bubbling away inside me. I didn’t seek to interfere. My mind was too full of the vision of her down there, the superior techniques she would use to ensure you could never stay away. I waited patiently for her to tell me to crouch on my knees and take my turn, and I got the delight of sinking onto your smooth glistening head and hard shaft once already slick with her saliva.
She, naturally, got us into the bedroom, leading us both by the hands behind her. I have never known such intense expectation, even with my first time with you. It was almost overwhelming. I knew it was going to be the most unforgettable time of my life. It was surely also to be the time she made herself too essential to you to ignore. The blinds were drawn fully drawn, the whole wall an open vista onto the ocean. The sun was on its way down and within the darkening grey was a horizontal band the colour of flames spread across the sky. A few small clouds, silhouetted black, dotted the orange like lumps of coal or smouldering briquettes. I felt a little exposed although there was nothing out there but ocean for a thousand miles. The wind was still blowing, still making the window move in the frame like it was sucking in its breath, but it wasn’t as hard as it had been that first night by the harbour wall. I’ve never liked the wind. There is nothing but danger behind it. It is all we seem to get living here.
The bed gave me comfort: big enough to get lost in, big enough for us all and even a couple more. Her words remained the drivers. If it was up to you or I we would have been left there in mute uncertainty. With her we just followed the flow. You and I kissed again and I had to remember that when she was present the kissing could go on for as long as was wanted, with no need for any kind of rush. I thought that I could stay in that embrace all night and avert the peril of her and you together, but I knew that in the morning she would still be crouched there, still looking intently upon us, those eyes still bright and with none of that carnal hunger dissipated. As it happened she didn’t let us stay like this for too long.
‘Do you want to see me kissing her?’ she asked. ‘Do you want to see me with my fingers inside her?’
What could any loving boyfriend want more? You carefully extricated your arm from beneath me and rolled away, allowing her to take the place alongside me. Again, her words proved ruder than the actual action, creating excitement but allowing a much more gradual build. To think I’d once had her pinned as a sexual whirlwind! My knickers stayed on when I was sure she would rip them off me. You watched for ages, us side by side, lips on lips or at each other’s necks or ears, tongue tips flicking or dancing together; nothing much ruder than this. When her fingers did seek me out it was down inside my underwear, so that you only had the movements beneath the fabric and the sound of my sighs to tell you what was going on. Ages you watched, and your cock was still ready and waiting at the end of it. Most of our times together we would have been done and dusted after that much time had elapsed, both already asleep most likely.
She surfaced and bid you to light the few candles placed around the room - perhaps some strategic citing on her part before we arrived at the house, so that as the gloom descended we would still have some illumination. You stood with your back to the large wardrobe, totally naked, your cock swollen and standing proud like an unsheathed weapon. I watched you as my hand slid down the front of her knickers. She didn’t let me part her too wide, ensuring my touches were only external. She clearly wasn’t yet ready to cede any control. She looked over her shoulder, rolling onto her back so we could both see you there. I felt another huge burst of inward pride: my man, like a statuesque Greek hero, so beautiful.
She led me off the bed. The urge in me rampaged. I wanted to take you all, right there. I wanted to feast and slurp on you, take the whole of you into my mouth, deeper than ever before. I wanted to whip down my undies, turn and ram my backside against you, spit myself hard so that my desperate puss was instantly full of your thick, smooth pole. I wanted to fuck you like a manic slut: my hands on my knees as I jiggled and thrust backwards against you, draining you dry of the lust that would have been building for her. I almost said all this out loud, but because I didn’t she was there to control things.
She had that pole of yours and she stroked it slowly up and down. I’m too habitually reticent to have grasped this initiative. I thought she would be on her knees but instead she moved you forward, leading you by the cock, and she took your place with her back to the robe. She looked up at you. All this power packed within those petite dimensions.
‘Take my knickers off for me,’ she told you.
Down you went onto your knees, not the slightest look in my direction to ascertain consent, your fingers hooking inside the lace waistband to ease them over her hips with reverent slowness and then let them drop.
‘Lick me but don’t touch me except with your tongue,’ she commanded.
It meant you couldn’t let your hunger boil over. You clasped your hands behind your back to ensure you obeyed, leaning in carefully to keep your balance, able only to give gentle upward strokes at her little slit. I watched you do it. I saw the slight parting of her darker lips, the miniscule judder of the swollen gather of flesh at the top. I felt the shiver it sent through her. I felt the same tingling rush at my own place. I cannot tell you how exciting it is to watch this intimacy at such close quarters. I kissed her. I bent and sucked at her breasts again, knowing that neither you nor I could ever have enough of them. She lifted her knee and I held it for her, right up to help open her for you, and it felt like a privilege!
I wanted to be inside her. My fingers were itching to push in and feel that delicious heat, that slick, clenching tightness. Why couldn’t I have finished her there and then - had her held on one leg and at my mercy, screaming and bucking with a climax so huge it ripped every last ounce of strength from her and left her in an ineffectual ball upon the floor? She moved her raised leg from my grasp and suddenly it was over your shoulder, pressing her closer to you. Then her other leg was coming off the floor and your hero hands were instantly there under her thighs to help support her.
I was stunned, completely run through by her audacity and sexy imagination. She had a leg over each of your shoulders. Her crotch was pressed to your mouth. She was light enough to stay like this as if she were no weight at all, leaning back to brace herself against the robe. I couldn’t begin to imagine me ever trying this, ever thinking to try this. It would have resulted in comedy and embarrassed failure. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, a gasp here and there as proof that you had hit another right spot, your tongue deep inside her. All I could do was give in and keep my mouth busy at her bosom, only adding to her bliss.
I thought she would let you take her all the way but no. She unhooked a leg at a time and then pulled at you - her first sign of urgency - even taking you by the hair to get you up off your knees. Her arms flung out around your neck and she clung on so that she was lifted as you rose to your feet. Her lips were pressed to yours and her legs gripped you around your middle. She wriggled on you and sunk herself down. I knew your cock must have been stretching up for her and she found you. She was open and wet and there was no stopping it. Both of you let out gasps as your slide stretched her. Then she leant forward and pushed away from the robe, forcing you into a big step backwards to retain balance so that she was there in free space clinging to you, full of you.
It was like she had cast you off into open seas. It wasn’t lost on me that only a girl of her size could be held successfully like this. I could never have done this; rode up and down upon you in that deep, measured way that she was able to. I was never going to get my turn at this. It was a supreme intimacy only the two of you could share. I’m not sure that’s why she did it. I think opportunity just led her this way.
For my part, although I saw this almost as the cementing of her inevitable rise above me, I still found my
self on my knees behind her. I saw you go in and out of her from mere inches away. I bent my head under her and licked the tight skin that held your heavy balls. I took them in turn into my mouth and heard the gasps it forced from you. I saw those delicate lips of hers, rudely distended by the fatness of your meat. I stuck out my tongue, ran the tip along the underside as it disappeared inside her, held the flat of it to you so that as you withdrew I could taste the cream of her come. I went on past, up to press my face to those soft and cool little cheeks of hers. I sucked hard on the flesh there, taking in as much as I could just as I had earlier done with her breasts. I bit her, light and hard, made her cry out. I went between them, used my tongue on her and kept it there as she shuddered and came. There was no envy. You two were the god and the goddess together.
That night she and I had spent together had seen her list all sorts of rude things that she wanted us all to share together. Most of these didn’t happen although nothing was missed. I rode you, at her instigation. She had you go flat to the bed so that I could straddle you and so she could smilingly watch my bouncing tits and tell me just how much she loved them, before proving it by applying some more oral attention. My nudity gave me no issues of confidence although you two were the beautiful ones. I never once got the impression that I was a side dish to the main course. I always thought that she wanted me as much as she did you. I can’t ever help but love her. That’s what kept it not just bearable but utterly compulsive. I could see how you two fitted. I could hear how thrilling she made every second be. It felt more like a willing abdication than an overthrow. I couldn’t blame either of you, or even myself.
When she stopped sucking at my tits she shuffled backwards and sat her bum down upon your face. That actually started me towards my first climax, since I then knew firsthand how exquisite a treat this would be for you. The way she wriggled upon you, so wanton, her eyes fixed on me and intense with desire. She kissed me and kept kissing me, her hand down there to stroke and ensure the right pressure remained as I rode myself to orgasm. As I came I had my arms tight around her and her tongue in my mouth.
With blackness now outside you went off to the bathroom and she grabbed me and kissed me as if she had been waiting all night to steal this moment. She went on her back, spread her legs wide and held herself open for me.
‘Get my knickers and put them inside me,’ she said. ‘Make me come all over them.’
She helped feed the scrap of lace garment in, for once impatient, this kinkiness just for me. The wind outside was still battering at the window as if the demons were trying to break through. I licked her but not quickly enough and her fingers came down to save the day. It struck me that she wanted this finish just between the two of us and so I pressed on, forcing my mouth back there, sucking hard between her flurries so that with her rubbing fit to beat the devil and me providing the wet suction when it got too much for her she came with a suppressed squeal, arching off the bed into me, holding my mouth to her. Panting hard she tugged the saturated panties from inside her and pushed them into my hand.
‘Hide these and keep them secret and don’t ever tell him about this moment,’ she said - and that, I have to admit, is what I did.
She was back onto you on your return, all arch smiles, moving on all fours around the bed like a stalking panther aiming to outflank her prey. To revive you she sucked upon your toes. It wasn’t something I’d ever dream of doing. You giggled at first but stayed still, and I could see the twitch in your soft cock that proved her trick was working. As it began to swell she ordered me to take you into my mouth - not to suck you, just to feel you grow in there, to resist all attentions except light flicks against your tip. Soon my mouth was full. She knew all the magic.
My painted toes got a sucking too, while I still had your cock in my mouth. One by one she did it, warm and wet and teasing. I would have thought this a dubious pleasure but it turns out that the nerve endings in my feet have a direct line right to the centre of my puss. When she still had my big toe engulfed and then slid a finger inside me I felt a burst of warm juice flow out onto her palm. It was these things that couples alone cannot do. I next watched her ride the cock I had helped resurrect. The sight of her in action was mesmerising. She looked so small on top of you, humping away with her hands pressed to your chest, the bounce of those perky tits and the judder of her bum flesh as she wriggled back and forth.
‘I love your big fat cock up inside me,’ she said - such filthy talk, as if was the dirtiest position under the sun rather than one I considered quite basic. ‘I want to come all over it!’
It must have been such a turn on for you, as it was for me. I was no match for this. The more I watched you together the more addictive it became, seeing your symbiotic motion, the pure eroticism of it. I saw your perfect match. I saw it all and I felt elation, exhilaration. Pride and desire and excitement never let envy take hold. I wanted her to have the time of her life. I wanted her to help make it so for you. I needed her to know the pleasure you gave me. I needed you to know the beauty of her, just as I had. It was only fair. If this night hadn’t happened it would have hung over me for all time. You needed to know her sweet taste, her sweet smell, how she giggled or sighed or bit her lip when the pleasure rose quickly. It was right that you got to know all her perfection. I wanted you to fuck her in all ways but I didn’t know how to ask.
I realised the brilliance that the three of us could produce together. Just to kiss a girl whilst being fucked - I can’t tell you. To hold your lover whilst another girl sucks him. To lick her, have her wet all over your face when a cock is inside you. To have soft lips at your aching nipples as heavy balls are slapping against your dripping puss. To have those same balls at her chin, her down there at you whilst you are full of your lover, to have her kissing and licking you and closing her mouth around your throb, so tight she can feel the pulse through her lips. Just to watch - not even necessarily to do anything to yourself, to simply feast your eyes. Or to know you are being watched, that he is getting so much from what he sees.
Side by side she had us perch, on all fours at the end of the bed whilst you stood and took us in turn from behind, with fingers or cock ensuring that neither of us got left empty. I had my head down between my arms, gasping into the covers as you slammed into me. She was there at my ear, kissing it, taking the lobe into her mouth, talking low so that only I could hear.
‘I want to put my fingers up your bum while he is fucking you,’ she whispered. ‘I want to get your tight little hole all slippery wet and slide them up you, two of them at once, deep inside you, wriggling them all around while his cock makes you come.’
She kept up this dirty talk, just for me, through my growing wails, helping to bring my next climax crashing on. It was only words, of course, but that was all she would need, all evening, right until the candles had burnt down and tiredness had finally defeated desire. She could have spoken and made it happen differently, but she let me have your last finish, all hot, all up inside of me.
There wasn’t much to say in the morning. It was difficult to do anything but bask in the glow of happiness. She was bustling around the kitchen when we came down, chattering away as if the night hadn’t happened, flitting here and there, pointing us towards the breakfast things but not attempting to make us any because, well, because she just doesn’t do that type of thing. I remember your stuck smile as she held court, as she read aloud from her paper for us, relating stories about stupid people. That morning, for once, she made no effort to kiss you or touch you. She barely set her eyes upon you. Perhaps she guessed the trap had already been sprung.
There is something so compelling about her, I know that. The fast action, the rapid humour and easy laughter - everything quick until it came to the bedroom, and once there you were already in the web. My eyes just stayed on her, fascinated, and I know it’s only a short step from fascination to obsession. Sometimes over the years she could seem so i
mpersonal but on that night I have never known such closeness: the warm, airless press of her chest and belly, as if our skin was melting together; the strong limbs wrapping and clinging to us like we were her only oxygen. Those little breasts and perfect little behind, that beautiful face and those eyes - she is like a doll made life, a machine that knows exactly what to say and do for the best. There never would be any getting over her.
We left after breakfast and she stayed on, no longer there to dictate our every move. I didn’t get any texts from her, no calls during that time. You and I chose to stay silent and not recount our adventure. Speaking about sexy things never was our forte! When we were home again we snuggled close but didn’t make love that first night back. I was scared afterwards, wondering when the inevitable would happen. I almost asked you when you were going to go to her, just to get it over and done with. You said nothing about it, making it seem like nothing had changed.
‘It’s only you I want, you do know that?’ was the only inference you made towards that night, sat there with your arm round me while we watched TV. The warmth I felt from that was pushed away by doubt within days. I could feel the clouds closing in on my happiness. One week then two weeks went past, like you wanted to torture me first. There never was the slightest sign from you so that even now, when I lie here with my mixed-up head and forget myself, I think I must have got it all wrong.
You hadn’t wanted to make love that last night. You thought that we shouldn’t, but I always had the wiles to make you see it my way. With the wind howling wild outside and the window panes rattling in their frames you had me that final time. I even had to slow you, to stop your rush, because you obviously had other things on your mind. And when those other things came calling and I begged you to stay, you still didn’t hesitate to leave. All you could say to me was, ‘I’m sorry but I have to go. You know I have to.’ So you did, leaving me there without even closing the door behind you.
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