Wicked End

by Bella Jeanisse

  He went to Mathilde in the middle of the room, gazing at the proffered ass, loosening his pants, undoing his shirt. He laid his hot hand on the white skin, and thought he detected a color change, a flush. A little heat wave recorded on her ass. Robert stroked her gently, and then as his desire grew, he plied the flesh with his hands, making it jiggle, assessing the power and softness about to engulf his now violently hard prick. Mathilde snorted out a tiny laugh as she lost her balance, staggering in front of him, still bent forward, reaching out to steady herself with her hands. Offering herself up to him.

  A drop of liquid spattered the hardwood floor between his feet. He let his hand move over Mathilde’s thigh, finally allowing himself the luxury of her pussy—Lise’s hand covered his at this, his favorite moment. A new surge of blood, a muscle spasm flexed him when he realized the splash at his feet was from Mathilde’s literally dripping cunt. He traced a snail-thin trail of wetness up the inside of Mathilde’s leg, Lise pressed tight behind him, small “mmmm”s of pleasure issuing from her mouth and from Mathilde, who was pushing back against his arm with need. His and Lise’s fingers dipped into Mathilde simultaneously, and they each began stroking her lips with unique rhythms of want. Robert began swaying gently back and forth in the rocking of fuck, his cock beating a slow tempo on Mathilde’s ass, Lise naked behind him, pressed up against his back. His fingers stroked over Lise’s fingers, over Mathilde’s slick sex, over her gaping, hungry hole. Mathilde whimpered a little every time his fingers paused at the entrance to her deepest self. He teased her, dipping first his fingers, then the head of his penis into her folds; stroking his shaft along her lips, under Lise’s hand, against her clitoris in tiny circles. Her clit was swollen and throbbing. Then, holding onto her hips, he let Lise’s hand guide him inside Mathilde, and thrust into her, her swallowing cunt rippling along his shaft as he was gulped deeper inside, every inch of his cock embraced.

  Lise was humping up against him now. He could just feel her hand as it twirled around her own cunt, brushing his buttocks as she stroked herself into orgasm. Her breasts slid against his skin as she pounded into him, one hand in the stroking fucking he was serving Mathilde, the other in her own pussy. She would slip the masturbating hand between the cheeks of his ass or over his balls occasionally, smearing him with her thick lubricant. As he began heaving faster and harder into Mathilde, Lise racked with pleasure behind him, squealing with her first orgasm.

  The air hit his back like cool water as she left him, moving around in front of him, positioning herself under Mathilde’s head. Robert looked into Lise’s face, flushed and damp, her hair a wild mass behind her. She smiled at him thickly, slightly—another spasming pump of cum-hunger dragged at his dick like it was being sucked up from inside him. He loved watching women eat Lise’s pussy.

  Robert pulled Mathilde back, rolling her hips, his cock slurping out of her grabbing grasp loiteringly. He watched as his slime-shiny prick pulled out, Mathilde’s cunt lips clinging to it like grapevines, and disappeared again, the delicious feeling of his cockhead pushing open vacuum-tight spongy spaces, caressed by this wet, engulfing cradle of life and desire. He bent himself over her and folded his arm down around Mathilde’s hip, and began petting her lips and her mound, fingering her clitoris in light, upward strokes. Mathilde gasped when he touched a spot just under her pubic bone and to the side of her clit; he planted his middle finger there and began the expert twirl Lise had shown him. He cocked his head, listening to Mathilde’s muffled yowling, and lifted his eyes to Lise’s face, easing into a slow pump.

  He watched Lise pull her knees up to her chest, rubbing her breasts with the tops of her thighs, pushing her pouting sex out between the backsides of her legs. The musky, dark smell of her twat wafted around his head like a veil. He asked Mathilde to pull her hair back. He told her he wanted to see it, so lovely. With one pink hand clutching her yellow hair at the nape of her neck, Mathilde angled her head slightly against Lise’s olive thigh and glanced at him over her downy cheek, out of the side of her eye. She smiled very sweetly, Robert thought. He brought her hips back sharply onto his pelvis, impaling her, and she gasped. He smiled back.

  Mathilde slowly pushed her tongue between Lise’s cum-drenched nether lips, parting them, peeling them apart like a nut shell. Robert knew that languorous, half-lidded feeling, wanting to lick sex like a dog, long strokes of the tongue loyally lapping pussy. Mathilde salivated and sprayed like citrus, juicing Lise’s cunt to an even gaudier sheen. Lise gasped and arched, splaying her legs, pushing herself up into Mathilde’s eating mouth. Almost as if he had telepathically communicated it, Mathilde acted Robert’s fever to suck, lipped Lise’s clitoris into her mouth and began tongueing her to orgasm, plunging her mouth into Lise’s hole, bringing it back up again to tease at the button, fucking with her tongue.

  Robert squeezed Mathilde’s clit between two fingers, tweaking in earnest. Mathilde bumped her head against Lise’s thigh, slack-jawed and oblivious at the moment of her impending pleasure. Lise grabbed Mathilde’s head and held her, crooning to her to cum. Robert rocked his penis deep inside her, thrusting up against the pelvic crib, into his cupping hand kneading her cunt. Squeezing it, extruding the orgasm from inside of her—Robert watched a brief string of spit drool down onto Mathilde’s back from his lip and sucked it in under his teeth. Then he felt the compressing ripple, the wave begin, spreading out from Mathilde’s deepest center, cumming and cumming, gumming his prick ever inward like a toothless maw; and the fast gush of her spending washing his balls and hips in spurts. A squirter.

  That urgent yank pulled at him again from inside, the preciousness of a woman’s orgasm manifesting itself physically making his head spin in the near-nausea of sentimentality. Gripped with new desire, he pulled out of her cunt, looking down at her delicious bottom, proffered at the altar of his passion. The purple, puckered asshole glistened up at him, slick and inviting, the promise of almost unbearable heat and pressure from that forbidden portal luring him.

  He looked into Lise’s face, his eyes caressing the length of her body, settling on the blond head buried with renewed vigor in ready pussy . He gently began probing his hungry head against Mathilde’s anus, a question, a request. She pushed back at him. An answer. An eager reply.

  Robert spit in his palm and rubbed the gooey mass over the head of his cock, and fed his prick into Mathilde, stretching her, slowly, excruciatingly, pushing forward into her ass as she groaned, her whimpers muffled by labia. He began fucking in earnest, pushing in, pulling out, feeling that sweetest burning crest in his bowels. Robert staved himself into honeyed, round buttocks, hinging his arms out in an effort to pull Mathilde ever farther down onto the pounding piston of his extended carnal appetite. His fingers pockmarked her ass, leaving impressions like they would in pliant dough, pulling her into the shape that best conformed to his need. And all the time, he watched her give Lise head, Lise’s face contorted in ecstasy, Lise’s nipples bright and rigid, Lise bucking her hips high as she started to cum. Mathilde’s red mouth in almost-profile, showing him. Mathilde’s red red tongue, plumbing, torturing Lise’s clit, lapping inner lips, fucking and plunging, stroking and teasing, and then, blessing her with release, engulfing the clitoris like a penis and sucking Lise off until she came, rocketing, clenching, cumming, cumming. He could feel it rising in himself now, undeniable, unrequited. Deeper, deeper into that hot hole, a purging and a burning, the muscle at the entrance to her ass bearing down, impossibly close now, yanking, rutting, exploding, exploding, great huge gobs of himself shooting up from down in him, drawing his balls up against his body, spurting, his head thrown back in mad delirium.

  Continued in:

  And Then Her Mouth

  Sneak Peek: Triple Threat

  by Bella Jeanisse

  Chapter One

  It was Christmas break, and my best friend Chad and I had been home for a few days already. We were both seniors at Southwest New Jersey University, which was just outside our hometown. I lo
ved going to the same school as him, but I missed living right next door to him more than I thought I would.

  I was still in bed and naked under the blanket. I wasn’t a morning person, so I never got right up when my alarm went off. It was even more difficult on cold winter mornings.

  I sighed, remembering the awesome dream I’d had right before awakening. Chad and another guy from school were in my bed with me. I often dreamed of them both separately, but they’d never been together with me before. They were both in my pussy at the same time and had me screaming in ecstasy for what seemed like hours. I wondered if I would ever be with either of them, let alone both, that way and if it would be that good.

  I shook the dream away and turned onto my belly. I gazed out the window next to my bed. I could see Chad’s bedroom in the house next door, but not Chad. I loved watching him in his room. I had yet to see him naked, but was sure one day I would.

  He was in love with me. If he knew I watched him, it would make his day. However, I had only sexual, not romantic, feelings for him, which I hid. We had made out in the past, but had gone no further.

  I got out of bed and put on my silk robe. I took a shower, which helped to quell my arousal. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like for one of the men of my dreams to be washing me. I closed my eyes and imagined Chad’s soapy hands running over my breasts and down my belly towards… “Stop that!” I scolded myself.

  We had been trying to make it in the music world for five years, but had never found the right people to connect with. Chad promised me he had found two brothers who would finally mesh with us as a band. As I dressed, I wondered what the newest drummer and singer would look like. They were most likely geeks from Chad’s computer classes. That was his major. Mine was music. We had put together three other bands before, but most of the time Chad’s impatient nature and need to control things got in the way.

  I checked myself in the mirror. I had jeans on because Chad’s garage would be cold. But I still wore a low cut blouse that revealed ample cleavage. Chad would love it, but then again he would love me in a sweatshirt.

  I tried to have an open mind, but we had wasted a lot of time trying to find the right bandmates. When I got over to Chad’s, his garage was open. There was another van in the driveway, parked next to the one he had driven since high school. I took a deep breath and went right to him.

  The brothers had their back to me. They were pulling drums out of the van. One had short hair and the other long. Chad kissed my cheek and whispered that he loved me. Then the guy with long hair turned around.

  My mouth dropped and I stared at him. I couldn’t believe it was him; the man from my dream. Or more accurately, the classmate I dreamt of because I was afraid to speak to him. That was a first for me. I normally feared nothing.

  He held my gaze and gave me an amazing smile. Then he shyly said, “Hi, I’m Giovanni Saracino.”

  I felt like I was going to pass out. I smiled back, but couldn’t talk. No guy had ever made me react that way. He stripped me of all of my thoughts with just a smile. I failed a test once because he looked at me in class.

  “You’re Crystal Atkinson, right?” Giovanni added.

  I just nodded as I gaped at him.

  Chad moved between us. He and I were very close and I knew he was upset that I was attracted to his friend. He was 6 feet 4 inches tall—a foot over me.

  “Baby, please don’t look at him that way,” Chad softly said as he took my hands.

  It made me feel so good when he called me “baby.” I looked up into his light blue eyes. They usually sparkled when he looked at me, but not at that moment. I started to feel bad.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m not trying to hurt you.” I reached up and ran my hand through his long, light-blond hair.

  He bent down and closed his eyes. I knew he loved when I did that to him. I always smiled when I made him feel good. Sometimes, that look on his face made me want to kiss him, but I wouldn’t in front of Giovanni.

  I pushed away the feeling and touched his cheek. “Chad, you know I won’t go after him. I’m not like that.”

  His eyes opened. “I know, baby girl. I can’t help how I feel.”

  “Neither can I,” I admitted then kissed his cheek.

  “I love you.”

  “I know, but he’s the guy I told you about,” I quietly admitted.

  He sighed. “The one from your electronic music class?”

  “Yeah.” I felt bad, but I had to tell Chad. I told him everything.

  He took a deep breath. “Don’t pick up any equipment, got it?” Then he walked towards the van. He hated me helping out because he liked my well-manicured nails. I painted them blue—it was his favorite color.

  As I watched them, I noticed Giovanni’s look contrasted completely with Chad’s. He had dark, (almost black) hair down past his shoulder blades. It seemed to bounce when he walked. He also had dark brown eyes accented by unusually long eyelashes. I could see that his body was built-up. I couldn’t wait for him to take his coat off so I could admire it.

  Chad was several inches taller than Giovanni but not as muscular. However, Chad wasn’t too thin, either. He was strong and fit. I always thought Chad was built like a god. And I liked that Chad wasn’t shy about wearing an earring in both ears. It made him even more handsome to me.

  Giovanni and his brother Rosario looked a lot alike, but Rosario had very short hair, was a little taller and a year older. The hoop earring Giovanni wore was sexy. Rosario had his tongue pierced, but nothing else (that I could see, at least.) I had heard that tongue piercings could make a girl feel real good, but Rosario was much too skinny for me.

  When Giovanni was out of earshot, I heard Rosario say to Chad, “Damn, she’s hot! Is she your girlfriend?”

  “Well, that depends on what you mean by ‘girlfriend,’” Chad replied.

  While Giovanni set up his drum set, Chad and I adjusted the amplifiers and tuned our guitars. We then started out with an old rock song that we all knew.

  Giovanni was an impressive drummer. He really got into it and could easily begin a song at any point if someone else screwed up, which happened often that day. I noticed that he smiled at me every time I looked at him. I did my best not to let it affect my bass playing.

  We decided to play heavy metal music because that was the genre we all liked. Rosario’s singing voice wasn’t bad, but was much better at screaming and growling lyrics instead, so it worked out perfect.

  The biggest accomplishment of the day, was deciding on a name for the band. Chad came up with the name Triple Threat, because he said that with three guys and me, I ran the risk of all three of them wanting to have sex with me at once.

  By dinnertime, we were only able to play one whole song successfully. But we had learned to work with each other and found that we had the same musical goals. It was a very good start overall.

  After we had dinner with his family, Chad pulled me up to his room. We had lived next door to each other for 14 years by then. I was almost as close to his parents as my own, but his brothers were another story. They drove us crazy.

  Once we were in the upstairs hallway, Chad’s brother, Will, who was 23 and in graduate school, came out of his room and followed us. When we stepped into Chad’s room, Will came up close to me.

  “Hey, Crystal,” he leaned down and whispered. “Still hanging with this loser?”

  I sighed. “Go away, Will. I’m still not going out with you.”

  He pressed his body against me. I could feel his stiff cock. He said, “How about you just let me fuck you?”

  “Don’t talk to her that way!” Chad shouted. “Leave her alone!” He was very protective of me.

  Will rolled his eyes at his little brother as he walked around to stare at me. “Look at her. No guy could leave her alone. Crystal, you’re gorgeous.”

  Although I liked when Will said things like that, I had no desire to have him near me. I reached up and kissed Chad on the lips.
Chad knew I would do it, because I had done that before when Will hit on me.

  Chad used it to his advantage. He put his arms around me and kissed me back forcefully. I could never resist when he kissed me like that. I ran my hands up his back and went with it. When I heard the bedroom door close behind us, I knew Will had gone away annoyed.

  Chad suddenly picked me up, cupping my butt in his hands. He pulled my legs around him, as if I weighed nothing. At 110 pounds, I was less than half his size. I automatically put my arms around his neck and we kept kissing. He walked over and dropped me on his bed, then lay down on top of me.

  “Get up, Chad!” I told him, only pretending to be annoyed between kisses.

  He smirked. “Why?” He leaned down and kissed me deeply. “You watched one of my friends all day. That really hurt. You should make it up to me.” Then he ground his stiff shaft against me a bit.

  I held in a moan, then shouted, “Stop!” with a laugh. I enjoyed when we played like that, even though I was afraid to sleep with him. I didn’t want to lose my best friend. Feeling his arousal turned me on, but I would never tell him that. “I’m not doing it with you, Chad.” Not like in my dreams, I thought to myself.

  He opened my legs with his knee and started sliding his hips over me. I had to close my eyes and bite my lip. Feeling his erection made me wonder how big it was. It felt larger than any I had ever seen before.

  “I know you like this,” he whispered. “I can see it in your eyes. Let me make love to you, baby. Please.”