AmericasDarlings

by Gail Bridges

  Torture. Pure torture.

  I wanted more! I wanted more gorilla coupling, more in-and-out, more cock! More thumping from his gorilla fist, more animal lust claiming my body! But I was a competitor. I wanted to win this silly game. So Dmitri and I held our frozen position, his hips tight against my butt, his cock frozen in me, my fist in the air in preparation for striking the ground.

  We didn’t win.

  The couple on top of the table won.

  Dmitri gave me a few sweet consolation thrusts—he was a very considerate partner—then we separated. We leaned against each other, waiting for the next prompt.

  The winning men consulted with each other. Then, grinning wickedly, they turned to me and Dmitri. The rest of the room stared at us, curious.

  “America’s Darlings!” yelled the winners.

  It needed no translation.

  Everyone burst out laughing. I felt like I’d just been slapped.

  The man clapped sharply. It was time to start. People turned away from us, chose partners. I didn’t move.

  Dmitri gazed at me, frowning. Then he thrust out his chest. “I am Benson White!” he bellowed. “See how wonderful I am?”

  I stared at him.

  He’s making fun of my partner.

  I teetered on a precipice. This was Benson he was mocking! My dear, dear Benson! Should I throw a hissy fit and flee the room? Or should I join the antics and make fun of Benson too? And of myself? Could I do it, even if I wanted to?

  Dmitri stared at me. Do something, his expression said. Do it now.

  I took a deep breath, stuck out my breasts and reached my arm for the sky. “And I am Leah Collins! I am the most beautiful woman in the world!”

  For an instant Dmitri looked relieved. Then he pranced a circle around me, taking a ridiculous pose that would have made me crack up if it weren’t meant to be Benson’s ridiculous pose.

  What could I do?

  I lifted my leg in my trademark position and invited the fake Benson to couple.

  Dmitri came to me and took me around the waist. His erection bumped against my mound. “I am sorry,” he whispered. “Is okay? We couple again?”

  I nodded.

  He kissed me.

  Actually it was more than okay. Dmitri’s cock was so close, so close, so close! I wanted it in me again. I thrust my hips at him, still holding my leg over my head, and he entered me. Oh! Oh! Wow! His nice long cock touched me in places Benson’s cock couldn’t and I liked it. I liked it a lot.

  “My Darling Leah!” he crooned, making a silly face.

  “Benson!” I said, laughing. “My how your cock has changed!”

  Dmitri pulled me close. We moved together, matching thrust for thrust. I gasped and it wasn’t acting.

  Then the whistle blew.

  Frozen!

  We were stuck like that. My right leg lifted high, my toes pointing to the ceiling. Dmitri’s cock riding me. His hands caressing my hips. Each of us wondering how long we could stay motionless, holding that impossibly difficult position.

  A tap on my shoulder.

  “We won!” said Dmitri, pulling his cock out of me then ducking as I lowered my leg. “Now we choose next one! We are judges.”

  I followed Dmitri to the center of the room. “What should we do?” I whispered. “Some sort of animal?”

  “No,” he said thoughtfully, “we must have revenge.”

  “Yes! Something difficult!”

  “Something impossible!”

  I bit my lip. “I know! Are you ready to translate? This is a good one.” I made a cup with my hands then whispered in his ear.

  He grinned. “Sexually repressed protesters? Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Can you say that in Russian?”

  He could and he did.

  Who would have thought sexually repressed protesters could be so funny? I laughed so hard that tears ran down my face.

  “Look at them,” I said to Dmitri, clutching his arm, pointing to a man and a woman. The woman lay as straight and rigid as a board, her legs clamped together. Her man lay next to her, every bit as stiff, his penis shriveled on his thigh. They lay close but not touching. They didn’t look at each other. Then he gingerly flicked her elbow with his index finger; she reciprocated by grazing his heel with one big toe. That was all. That was a sexually repressed protester having sex.

  I loved it.

  We chose them as the winners, of course.

  Then we made our exit.

  Laughing, hanging on each other, Dmitri and I went back to his empty room. I hesitated at the doorway. It was late. Soraya would be back in our room already, wondering where I was. She was probably frantic with worry. Or perhaps my mother had told her about my running off at dinner? I bit my lip. She probably had. I wouldn’t be surprised if my mother had mustered the entire team to go out searching for me.

  I should go back.

  I should go to bed. Or knit for a few hours if I couldn’t sleep. I was competing tomorrow, for God’s sake—what was I thinking, staying out so late, partying with the Russians? I was on the verge of jeopardizing my performance and I knew it.

  It had passed the point where I could blame my mother.

  “Come here,” Dmitri said.

  I went.

  He kicked the door shut behind us, throwing the room into near darkness. Then he folded me in his long arms and pulled me close. I couldn’t see him. I couldn’t see anything. But I could feel him. Lord, but I could feel him.

  He kissed me.

  “Mmm…” he said, “you are very sweet, my baby American.”

  I kissed him back then I ran my finger down his invisible cheek. “I had fun with you in Moscow. I never forgot that.”

  “Or me.”

  “I hoped I would get to see you…”

  He kissed me again. “Me too.”

  I undressed.

  I unzipped his pants in the darkness and pulled them down around his ankles. I helped him to step out of them—a feat much more difficult in the dark than it sounds. I kissed his mouth. Then I kissed his neck. He rested his hand on the small of my back, in the exact spot where the silverback gorilla had knocked me down, and the lingering ache made delicious shivers tickle my insides. I kissed the delicate indentation right under his breastbone. I knelt. I kissed his stomach, his navel, his pubic hair.

  His hand tugged at my back, pleading for what we both knew he wanted.

  I took his cock in my mouth.

  He moaned. I took it deep in my throat, as deep as it would go, squeezing as hard as I could with my lips, nibbling with my teeth. His legs went rigid. I sucked until I thought I would choke then I backed off just a bit. He rocked on his heels, moaning. He rested his hands on my head. I moved my tongue slowly along his cock, teasing the shaft, then the head and finally flicking the tiny hole at the top. He moaned again.

  Delicious.

  But a little voice in my head whined, I prefer Benson’s taste!

  I told it to shut up.

  I licked the tip of Dmitri’s cock one last time then I felt for his arms and pulled him down onto the floor with me.

  I wanted that nice long cock of his inside me.

  And I didn’t mean in my mouth.

  He sank to the floor next to me. I sidled up to him, our bodies touching all the way down their lengths. He put his foot over mine. I ran my finger over his chest and around his nipples, feeling the contours of his body.

  I shivered, and it wasn’t from cold.

  “I watched you perform today,” he said softly. “I have—what you say in English? VO. I watched you and I have my VO. I make my shorts all wet.”

  He was joking about the “wet” part—of course he was. Dmitri was a master of his craft. He had entirely too much control to come in his shorts. “Oh? You liked what you saw?” I ran my finger in a slow, zigzagging path toward his stomach and beyond. I ran it in circles around his groin.

  “I liked it very much, my little American baby. And now I want real VO.” />
  I twirled my finger in the rough hair around his cock. I tugged it gently. “You do?”

  “Yes. Very much.”

  I ran my finger to the base of his cock and let it hover there. His hips moved, begging.

  “How much do you want it?”

  His hand touched my rib cage then found my breast. He sucked and nuzzled at my neck. “I want it like I want gold medal. I do anything to get gold medal!”

  “That’s funny. I want a gold medal too. But there’s only one.” I rose to my knees then I straddled him in one swift move. “And I intend to get it.”

  His hips lifted. I felt his erection pushing upward.

  “Not yet. Wait,” I commanded. My knees on either side of his hips, I leaned forward and kissed him. I rocked back and forth on top of him, my palms flat on his hard chest. It felt different like this, in the dark.

  He fondled my breasts.

  “Touch me,” I said.

  “Where?”

  “Give me your hand.” I showed him where, showed him that exact place on my swollen clit that sent me into the stratosphere, the place Benson knew so perfectly.

  Benson again. Oh, hell. I pushed him away.

  But part of me frowned even as I rode the waves of Dmitri’s touch.

  His hand still on my clit, I lowered myself onto his waiting cock. I let out a long sigh as he filled me. So nice! So lovely! This was no sexual gymnastics position—it wasn’t anywhere near difficult enough—but wow, did it feel good. Just regular old coupling. Sex so easy anyone could do it. Right then and there, I decided I didn’t get enough easy sex. There was a reason people had used the same simple positions for thousands of years.

  They felt wonderful.

  “Oh…” Dmitri said in one long exhale.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes!”

  I sped up. I rocked back and forth on my knees, riding him. I moved my hips up and down, feeling him deep, deep inside me. Oh! Oh! I leaned over so our bellies touched. Now his cock reached even further in.

  I thought I would melt.

  His fingers worked my clit. He lifted his head and found my nipple, the same one that Nina had nibbled on. He sucked it hard into his mouth, clamped it in his teeth. Pulled on it.

  Ow!

  Oh! Oh!

  I came in a wonderful explosion. It went on and on, making me yell aloud, making my legs jump, making me arch my back even as his teeth tugged at my nipple, hurting me just enough to make everything else feel that much better.

  Ah!

  Such a wonderful thing is an orgasm! Each different, like a snowflake, like a fingerprint. Each better than the last. Each with its own story to tell.

  I collapsed on top of him, breathing hard.

  We lay like that, joined, relishing each other’s bodies.

  I traced his lips with my finger then I kissed him. “Mmm. You’re nice!”

  He took his hand from my mound and rested it on my butt. “You are too, Leah. Now me? Please?” His anxious cock moved in me. “I like gorilla-style. You like gorilla-style? Please?”

  Who was I to say no to gorilla-style? I couldn’t turn him down, even though I knew—I knew—I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be out so late. I shouldn’t be fooling around when gold medals were at stake.

  But I couldn’t help myself. I wanted more.

  I pulled myself slowly up off his cock—a nice sensation of its own—and we separated with a wet sound that made my nipples tingle.

  I crawled away from him in the darkness. “Come find me!”

  “I find you! I put my big animal dick in you!”

  The darkness was almost complete. I heard him but I couldn’t see him. I inched away.

  “You want my animal dick?”

  His hand found my ankle, his nails scratching me. I pulled my foot away and backed off, laughing.

  “You want it in the behind? I find you!”

  I was up against a bed. Trying to be quiet, I rose to my knees. I would get up on the bed where he couldn’t find me. But it was too late. I hesitated…he was right behind me.

  “I have you! No escape! I put my dick in your behind!”

  His hand brushed my thigh.

  I quivered. A gush of wetness dripped down my inner leg.

  His hand clamped around my calf. He squeezed. “Ah. She is bad little gorilla. I must teach her lesson. She must not run away!”

  He shoved me up against the bed. He came close behind me, kneeling, his warm chest tight against my back, his cock tight against my ass. I felt his breath on my neck.

  I squirmed.

  His hand reached around me. “Thislittle gorilla, she have nice tits.”

  I tried to wiggle free, but he held me tight.

  “And nice behind.”

  He slapped me—whack!—on the hip.

  I yelped.

  His strong thigh muscles strained against my own. He moved one knee inside mine and, grunting, forced my legs apart. I struggled but I couldn’t get away.

  He slapped me again then thumped me—hard—on the small of my back, right where the angry gorilla had hit me. “She must stop fighting!”

  I stopped fighting.

  “Good little gorilla. She obeys her male. What else does she have?”

  I gasped as his hand found my wet space. One, then two, then three fingers pushed into me.

  “Is this how I teach bad little gorilla?”

  “Yes! Yes!”

  He leaned into me, forcing my chest onto the bed, making my ass press into his groin. He sucked hard on my neck, making the skin pull up. It stung, just a little. A glimmer of a worry flickered in my mind—sucking on me with such gusto? Wasn’t that a bad idea?—but I pushed the unwelcome thought away. How could I worry about his lips on me when his fingers wiggled inside my pussy and my hip still stung from his slaps and I still felt the aching thrill of his fist on my back? How could I even think of stopping when I felt so good?

  I moaned.

  “I think she needs more teaching.”

  “Yes!”

  Then his cock was at my ass, pushing, pushing, pushing and in a burst of fireworks—I swear I saw fireworks!—he was deep within me and I was floating in an endless, sensual sea.

  We moved together, riding the waves.

  He whispered soft Russian words into my ear. I imagined it was an old poem about lovers lost in the snow—what do I know? It could have been. He took his fingers from inside me and held me firmly by the hips with both hands, holding me steady as he thrust his cock deep into my ass again and again and again. He nudged my knees farther apart, adjusting me closer to the ground, tilting my pelvis just so. Then he went at me with renewed vigor. Remember what I said earlier about cock control, about stamina? Dmitri was a master of both.

  It was fantastic. And I know fantastic.

  But then—what the hell?—the room flooded with light.

  Dmitri froze. I froze.

  We hadn’t locked the door. Were we idiots?

  Blinded, Dmitri and I turned our heads, squinting, to find Alexi staring in at us. I spat out a scraggly mess of hair. What a sight Dmitri and I must have made! The two of us, illuminated by a shaft of white light, kneeling on the floor stomach to ass, Dmitri coupling the hell out of me.

  My mouth hung open in shock. My entire body trembled.

  The cock in my ass trembled too.

  Alexi—the friend with a bar in the common room, or so I’d been told, because I’d seen no bar at the party—stepped into the room. “Dmitri!” he said, surprised. “And…Leah?”

  I repeat, what the hell? Walking in on us like that? This was no performance!

  Alexi closed the door behind him, took a step toward us. “I watch, yes?”

  Hell, no.

  Well, maybe.

  Why not? He’d already had an eyeful. Besides…it made everything that much more exciting. I blinked up at him then nodded.

  I was screwing myself just by being here.

  I might as well let him see D
mitriscrewing me.

  Alexi grinned then crossed the floor to us. He undressed. I’d seen him naked—in performance several times and at the party just now—and the man was gorgeous. Black hair. Sculpted chest. Strong, slim legs. Gorgeous. He hunkered down on the floor next to us, leaned over, kissed me hard then kissed Dmitri even harder.

  Dmitri shuddered with pleasure.

  Oh. I got it. They were more than friends.

  Dmitri said something.

  Alexi answered.

  What did they say? Did it concern me?

  Dmitri grunted. Then he thrust his cock up my ass as hard as he could, mashing me into the bed. Again and again he made the bed rock against the wall.

  I cried out.

  “We…will…show him good sex,” Dmitri growled into my ear.

  I gasped.

  I gasped because I likedit. My God, but I liked it.

  Alexi said something.

  Dmitri answered.

  Alexi laughed. He leaned over us. He touched my hot cheek then ran his hand down my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone, until he held my breast cupped in his hand. “Leah,” he whispered, “you like the Russian men?”

  “I do!”

  He pinched my nipple and laughed quietly.

  Dmitri moved like a man possessed, riding my ass as if his life depended on it.

  How delightful it was! I burned with their touch—a Russian party of our own, right there, right then, just the three of us. Heaven.

  Again they exchanged words in Russian.

  What are they saying?

  Alexi’s voice sounded hoarse. “You like two Russian men? Right now?”

  “What?”

  “We both couple with you! Yes?”

  Words failed me, but I nodded so hard that I thought my head might topple off.

  “Good!” said Alexi, giving my nipple a quick twist, making me gasp. I saw his enormous erection waiting for me.

  I wanted it. I wanted both cocks. I wanted them now.

  “Leah, we move now,” said Dmitri, “Ready?” Still clutching my hips tight to his groin, Dmitri nudged us away from the bed. We slid our knees along the floor, pinned together by his cock, making room for Alexi to slide underneath me.

  He did, nestling himself under my belly, my breasts grazing his chest, his legs tangled up with Dmitri’s, his arms folded around my waist. The three of us were tightly interlocked. And we were about to get even more interlocked.