In a moment of brazenness, Jesse knelt on the bed next to Rhiannon, reached back, and parted his own ass-cheeks. His gaze locked on Rhiannon's, nervous as hell, he attempted a smile. He wasn't certain how successful he was.
Jesse couldn't quite believe he'd parted his own ass cheeks, but as Neil moved behind him and slid the tip of the lubricant tube into his ass, he no longer cared. His body demanded satisfaction, even as his mind rebelled. He knew there would be discomfort and maybe even pain.
Watching Rhiannon's face had underlined that fact. He knew her well; enough to know she'd tried to hide it. He also knew he had nerves in that sensitive area that a woman didn't. If Rhiannon had adjusted, and even enjoyed it, he could only imagine what he would feel.
And he was tired of waiting, wondering what it would be like; of living with the constant craving.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to prepare for the sensation of a handful of cool gel in and around his ass. When he experienced it, he trembled as he anticipated what was to follow.
He sensed Neil shift away, and he turned his head when he heard foil rustling. He saw Neil standing next to Rhiannon; she was sliding a condom over his weeping cock. Other than the sweet spread of Rhiannon's pussy lips, he wondered if he'd ever seen a more erotic sight. Her dainty hands slid over the latex coated flesh, spreading a layer of lube over Neil's eager erection. Her eyes met Jesse's, and she smiled her gentle siren's smile.
Unable to stand the suspense, his fingers clenched the sheets and he closed his eyes. The feel of gentle hands on his ass made him tremble. Neil moved to stand against him, reminiscent of the way he'd pinned Rhiannon down. A palm pressed against his back and Jesse took a deep breath.
"Relax." Neil's cultured tones contrasted sharply with the motifs that decorated his body. For a moment, Jesse wondered what had motivated Neil. He'd been tattooed at least six different times.
Relaxing, as a fingernail tapped against his anus, Jesse took a deep breath. Then, a long finger slipped past his ring. Soon, it was joined by a second. Slowly, they worked in and out of his ass, pushing against the ring of nerves. Twitching slightly, Jesse arched back into the touch.
It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He had always been tempted to include ass play in his sex life, but before Rhiannon, no other woman had been interested. Rhiannon was willing to fuck his ass with a strap on, but first, she wanted him to be fully breached by a man. With that lucky pool shot, she'd made her requirement a reality, and fulfilled a fantasy for them both.
Lost in the sensations, with sparks of pleasure racing throughout his body, he didn't at first notice the pressure had eased. The first touch of Neil's cock against his ass ring quickly brought his attention back to the present. Trying to relax was hard.
"Wait a moment, Neil." Rhiannon soft voice stilled the pressure against Jesse's ass. Opening his eyes, Jesse watched Rhiannon settle in front of him. She knelt, with her legs parted. Reaching down, she separated her slick pussy lips.
Dipping her fingers deeply, she coated them in her juices and spread the smooth essence of her arousal on Jesse's lips. Licking the sweetness, he closed his eyes and savored the moment.
Distracted, he didn't notice Neil pressing against his ring, until Neil's glans had slipped inside him. A moment passed, and he felt a curious stretching sensation as Neil's cock completely penetrated his ass. Gritting his teeth, he waited for the pain, but there wasn't much. As Neil moved within him, Jesse's fists gripped the sheets and he followed his lover's rhythm. Within moments, they were working together in a steady thrust, then withdrawal.
His ass full of cock for the first time, Jesse watched as Rhiannon thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, her other hand playing with her clit. Both hands soon grew wet with her juices, as she fucked herself into another orgasm. The scent of her arousal flooded his senses.
Clenching at each of Neil's thrusts, Jesse arched back into each thrust. His cock steadily leaked pre-cum and his balls tightened. Jesse knew it was all about to end; he was about to orgasm with a man's cock sawing in and out of his ass. With each thrust, his erection bobbed. With each withdrawal, his ass begged for more.
Thrust and withdrawal; grind and clench. Over and over, the two lovers worked against, then with each other, drawing both of them closer to the inevitable.
Animalistic grunts echoed off the walls, and Jesse was nearly too far-gone to notice the sounds were coming from his own mouth.
His ass begged for each hard thrust and his cock pulsed with need. Balls tight, he ground his hips against the sheets as Neil pushed deep inside him. Clenching his lover tight, he locked his legs and jerked against the sheets. Weird sensations racked his body as he climaxed. Hot, sticky squirts shot from his throbbing flesh, creating a warm, tacky pool on the bed. Convulsing with each spurt of his orgasm, he clenched tighter, pulling Neil into the vortex.
Closing his eyes, Jesse arched against Neil as his new lover pounded into him. Within moments, Neil's slight weight collapsed onto Jesse's back. Vaguely, Jesse heard Rhiannon gasp as she climaxed a third time, but he was too far-gone to care. All that mattered was the steadily softening cock in his ass, the weight of a man lying on him, and the cum leaking from his own cock.
Heaving a soft sigh, he shifted, forcing Neil to roll off. With sleepy eyes, he watched as Neil pulled the latex from his cock, and tossed it in the trash. Jesse slid towards Rhiannon, making room for Neil on the bed. Pressing his face against Rhiannon's moist flesh, Jesse took a deep breath, as he struggled to bring sanity to a world made up entirely of tingling nerves.
"Mmmmm," he managed, as Rhiannon nuzzled her pussy against his lips.
Tentatively, he stuck his tongue out and wiggled it, as she ground against him. Her fingers occasionally brushed against his forehead. As he gradually collected his thoughts, his limbs still deliciously lethargic, Jesse rolled over just enough for Rhiannon to mount his face and grind herself to another screaming orgasm.
The bed dipped as Neil settled beside him, and Jesse shifted in response, spooning with his new lover. Within moments, Rhiannon had joined them, snuggling her back against Jesse's chest.
Lying there, the three held each other as they adjusted to the changes one night had caused. Jesse wasn't certain how Neil was going to fit into their relationship, but the fact Rhiannon had chosen him, instead of any number of bi and gay men she knew, spoke volumes. He knew Rhiannon had been attracted to her editor since day one, and that despite their attraction, they had become good friends.
Jesse felt Neil smile against his neck, but he wasn't quite sure why.
"You know she set you up right?"
Neil's voice startled Jesse for a moment as he floated in a haze of contentment. Shifting himself and Rhiannon so that he could see both their faces, Jesse asked, "What do you mean?"
"I've been working with her for the last six weeks, teaching her to play pool. She used to suck, but lately, she's gotten rather good."
Jesse met Rhiannon's guilty gaze. He wanted to be upset that she had manipulated things, but he knew that would be unfair. She had given him something that they both wanted, but that he wouldn't have been able to ask for. With that winning shot, she had freed him to enjoy his sexuality.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers, hoping she could tell all the things he wanted to say, but couldn't.
Behind him, Neil shifter until his lips touched the lobe of Jesse's left ear. "And over the last six weeks, we've made a lot of plans, for both of your tight asses. Tomorrow, all three of us are going to play nine ball, and winner fucks both losers."
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Andrea is reading an article on spicing up ones sex life, and finds her imagination running wild when she reaches the suggestion about dress-up. She and her husband Daniel had already taken things up notch with the addition of another man to their lives, their live-in lover Ryan. Now it was time for her to involve them in one of her
fantasies, playing harem girl to her masters.
About the Author
Born to ride on the back of dragons, to journey among the stars in a ship traveling faster than light, or to dance the night away in the arms of a mysterious vampire, Michelle Houston willingly shares the worlds in her mind in an effort to bring them to life.
Writing everything from short and sweet stories, to hot and spicy tales of kink, from contemporary tales of romance to erotic romances featuring Greek gods, vampires and were-creatures, she has crossed sexualities and has gone wherever her mental muse has guided her, a journey she has never regretted.
Beyond that, she has a love of the natural world around us (except for insects, spiders, snakes, scorpions, and she reserves the right to add more at any time).
In other words, she is an ordinary woman with an imagination that is only held in bounds by how fast she can type.
You can find out more about Michelle Houston on her website at: www.michellehouston.com
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