by Louisa Bacio
“You are so wet,” Lucy said, plunging two fingers into Clarissa’s pussy.
Pleasure pulsed from Clarissa’s core as Lucy rubbed her thumb against her clit. Movement from behind her made Clarissa turn her head. Mario had gotten undressed, and now he slid up against her, his cock riding up along her slick folds.
“Oh baby. How much I’ve missed you.” He pumped his hips, slowly teasing her with his cock.
She bent over slightly, backed her ass into him and offered herself up. He smacked her ass cheek playfully, and she yelped in surprise.
“Somebody’s impatient now, aren’t you?” Mario said.
“I can feel how hard you are,” she said. “You want it as much as I do.”
“Sure I do. But you’re only going to get it when I’m good and ready, and I say we have some more playing to do.”
Chapter Nineteen
Mario didn’t have too much self-restraint at the moment. It took every bit he possessed not to sink his cock deep into Clarissa. He wanted to make this encounter memorable, one she’d never forget, and one she’d want to repeat many times over.
“How are we doing, Lucy?” he asked over Clarissa’s shoulder.
“I’m good.” She smiled, eyes half-mast in passion.
“Why don’t you go lie back on the pillows and we’ll join you on the bed,” he suggested. “And take the rest of your clothes off while you’re at it.”
She winked. “At your command.” Her playful, alluring nature sent a shock to his system, and his cock jumped. After removing her pants, she crawled on all fours up the bed, shaking her ass in an exaggerated manner. Yeah, he’d want a little bit of that too.
“Now for you,” Mario said, placing his hands on Clarissa’s hips. He guided her farther onto the bed, and for one glorious moment, the head of his dick breached her entrance and he was engulfed in her warmth. His eyes rolled back, and he retreated, pulling out.
On all fours, Clarissa glanced at him over her shoulder, ass slightly in the air, her eyes wide and her long, straight hair draped over her naked form. If he could take a picture at that moment, and capture the excitement and feeling in her expression, he’d treasure it for eternity.
But the anticipation he felt told him the best was yet to come. Hopefully, they’d fill the night with many more memorable events. They were building the.ir future.
“Come here.” Lucy directed Clarissa to straddle her face. “I didn’t get much to eat earlier.”
Seeing them together turned Mario on even more. He never thought that would be the case. He didn’t feel a smidgen of jealousy. Maybe the lessons at SFSU made a difference after all. He’d learned to care about his partner, and what she—no, what they—wanted more than just what he wanted.
The moans coming from Clarissa’s mouth urged him to climb onto the bed. Lucy rested one hand on her ass, and her other one disappeared between Clarissa’s legs. His only regret at the moment was that Lucy wouldn’t be getting any physical attention. But now he thought about it, she was used to being in charge and orchestrating the action, and taking her pleasure last.
They’d have to change that, and soon.
From the bedside table, he picked up a condom and ripped it open.
“No rubber, please,” Clarissa said. “I want to feel you, and only you inside me.”
He stilled. “Are you sure?”
“I stopped taking my birth control pills,” she admitted, “because I didn’t really need them being with Lucy. But if you don’t mind, we’ve always talked about having children. If something happened, well…”
The confession sent him reeling. Not only was he about to sink himself deep within her, for the first time, the intent, the act might mean something more.
Taking care not to hurt Lucy, he positioned himself between Clarissa’s legs. It was going to take some maneuvering to do the acrobatics of a threesome. He braced his hand on her hip and used his other to finger Clarissa. Lucy had gotten her nice and wet, and she was ready to be taken. After holding back for so long, he didn’t want to anymore, and he drove his cock in. Clarissa grunted against the penetration. Oh, he’d had her over the past few weeks, but this time he was in charge. He called the shots, and he was going to shoot a load into her pussy.
Like a bear hug, Clarissa’s inner walls embraced him, drawing him in farther. She rocked her ass back, and he lunged forward. They set a rhythm, and whatever Lucy was doing down below only added to the stimulation.
He flashed back to the feeling of being with Ms. Lucy a few days ago, of her spanking him—taking complete control away. He knew what it felt like on the other side, as he pounded into Clarissa, in control of his pleasure, and hers.
The musculature on her lower back undulated as she moved, and his balls slapped against her mons. The sounds they were making increased, raising to a crescendo as Clarissa’s climax struck. The walls of her pussy contracted, squeezing his cock even tighter. The sensuality catapulted his senses.
The hairs on his head felt as though they were standing at attention, and a tingling started at the base of his neck and spread outward. He shut his eyes and bore down on his lower lip.
“Yes, fuck yes. Fuck me,” he exclaimed. “Don’t stop.”
As the convulsions hit, his hips kept going of their own accord, eking out every last emission. Finally spent, he tumbled to the side of Clarissa, pulling her with him. Ms. Lucy lay on the other side of his lover, eyes shinny and cheeks bright red. Slowly, she licked her lips and checked them out.
“Well that certainly was fun,” she said. “What next?”
Chapter Twenty
In a one-on-one relationship, Mario might be content to fall asleep now. In a threesome, he had other obligations, and Lucy wasn’t about to let him forget it. It would be easy to slip into a habit of one of them feeling left out, and they needed to set the standards up front.
Plus, she wanted to get off. After the chaos of the past few days, and the feeling of abandonment, Lucy needed to feel wanted, and cherished, and loved, and she needed the two people lying beside her to do it. Sure, she might be able to please them, but did they care enough about her to do the same thing?
Mario propped up on his elbow and gazed over Clarissa’s naked form. Lucy admired the muscles on his chest and how he looked a bit boyish and cute with his mussed-up hair, aka his “bed head.” She was ready to pull it a bit more.
“I’m going to need a short resting period.” He smiled at his admission. “But I’ve got plenty of play left in me. Why don’t you climb between the two of us for now?”
Good start.
If Lucy was teaching a class, Mario would hold off his climax until both his partners—or as many as there were—were satisfied, and only then could he find relief. What happened in the bedroom, though, was much different than the classroom.
Clarissa shifted her body as Lucy maneuvered over. Once she was between them, a sense of self-consciousness hit. Could she do this? Give control of her pleasure over to her partners? In the past, Clarissa had dominated Lucy, forcing her into a submissive position and taking her. As a Domme, she liked that occasional switch-up. It wasn’t as though she got it anywhere else but the privacy of her bedroom.
No one knew. Did anyone suspect?
“Hey, honey.” Clarissa rolled toward her and lightly played with Lucy’s scruff. “You gotta get out of your head.”
Lucy inhaled in surprise. “How’d you know?”
“Pffft,” Clarissa laughed. “You think I don’t know you by now? I’ll do my best to distract you, though. How would you like it tonight?”
The other woman leaned against her, one leg wrapped over Lucy’s thigh, her fingers parting her nether lips and her tongue plunging into Lucy’s mouth. She tasted like vanilla cupcakes and dry white wine. Such a woman.
For everything muscular and manly about Mario that was attractive, Clarissa was the complete opposite with soft, lush curves. Knowing she forced things to another level, at times, added another layer of exqui
site torture.
“My pleasure is in your hands,” Lucy said, “And Mario, if you’re too tired, us girls can take this round.”
“Don’t bet on it,” he said, sliding behind her. He wrapped his arms around her body, pinching her already-hard nipples. With his tongue, he teased her earlobe and switched to biting and sucking on her shoulder. Each sensation put her on edge.
“Soft or rough?” Clarissa teased, alternating between the two. Nestled between both of them, stimulated by both, Lucy’s adrenaline spiked, and fast. Wetness flooded between her legs, and Clarissa grew more forceful, stretching her with three and then four fingers. “Tell me.”
“I want you to suck on my tits and Mario to take me from behind. Pound into me.” Heat rose on her face as she spilled her secret desires. What was she so embarrassed about? It was one of the first rules of couples class—tell your partners what you want.
“Like this?” Clarissa’s soft mouth enclosed one of Lucy’s nipples, and she flicked the tip fast with her tongue. Teeth scraped over tender skin, and Lucy cried out.
“Yes, yes,” Lucy said. “Show me how much you want me. Make me feel it.”
Mario’s larger hand parted her legs, and his cock slid against the crack of her ass. She stilled. He wouldn’t, would he?
No.
“Spread them for me,” he said.
On cue, Lucy opened her legs, tilting forward a bit to give him access. He entered her pussy too slowly. She wanted to be dominated. Needed it. But he took control by setting his pace, not taking her commands. Damn.
Inch by inch, he speared her until finally he sank all the way to her core. Her heart, her trust, and her body, she’d given all to Mario, and he took, offering the gift of his in return.
Looking down, she watched Clarissa’s pert, pink tongue tickle her nipple. Both were being so loving and sweet, and she wanted to be fucked.
Love swelled inside her. If anything went wrong between the three of them, she’d be good and fucked all right.
“Get. Out. Of. Your. Head.” Mario punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips, and his cock pounded into Lucy. She closed her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her body, cleansing away her fears and insecurities.
“Yes, Sir,” she said. The words felt foreign against her tongue and coming out of her mouth. She leaned her head toward him, and he took her mouth. For each thrust of his cock, his tongue mirrored the action.
Breaking contact, he held her hip and barreled into her. “Clarissa, can you prop up a few pillows, please? I get the feeling Ms. Lucy wants a bit more than I can give her in this position.”
The other lover winked. “Will do… Sir.”
To the side of them, Clarissa moved two overstuffed pillows, and Lucy knew the idea was for her to lie belly down on top of them, putting her sex and ass on display. A shock of thrill punched her gut. Right now, this feeling, was what the students at SU must feel. Imagine, instead, what it was like for them being on display in front of a large crowd as they’re punished, as she’d done to Mario.
“Ready to shift over?” Mario asked before nipping the back of her shoulder.
She cried out, the muscles of her pussy clamping around his cock. “Yes.”
“I don’t want to pull out, so let’s—” he thrust his cock in deep, “—move together.”
Gathering strength in her thighs and arms, she pushed upward, and they crab-walked over toward the pillows. Right when she thought they’d made it, he slipped out, leaving her empty.
“What happened?” she asked.
Mario smoothed his palm against the skin of her ass. “Thought I’d admire the view a little bit.”
She bit her bottom lip and glanced at him over her shoulder. He sat back on his heels, grinning.
“What the matter?” he asked. “Don’t you like being on display?”
Once again, the student had turned the lesson around on the teacher. “While the journey’s been fun and all, I’m ready to unwrap this present,” she said. “I want to come.”
He chuckled. “Isn’t that one of the lessons you teach? Delayed satisfaction? In the end, doesn’t waiting make it all that much more worthwhile?”
Smack! He slapped her ass, and quickly moved to the other side, and smack!
“Hey, did I give you permission to spank me? And you didn’t even set up a safeword?”
“Really, Ms. Lucy. In this loving relationship, with your mentee Clarissa right there, and all you’ve taught both of us, do you really need to safeword?”
Smack. Smack. Each strike shot pleasure through her body, and she longed to be taken and forced into submission. For someone who liked to be in control, she thrilled at losing it.
Smack. Smack. Smack. “Are you going to answer me, or shall I keep pinking up your ass?” Smack. Smack.
“Owww.” The last one hit right at the crease of where her ass met the back of her thigh. Smack. “Yow.” And he got the other side.
“Don’t you trust us?”
Her ass heated up almost as much as her sex. Creamy, white thighs came into her view, and Clarissa settled in front of Lucy. The lips of her sex were swollen and pinker from their earlier loving. She lay back against the pillows, just out of Lucy’s reach. In the background, Clarissa smiled and brought her hand down, opening the lips of her pussy, and stroked herself.
Oh, the wanton woman.
Smack. Smack. When Lucy didn’t answer fast enough, Mario spanked her some more, breaking the distraction.
“I trust you,” she said between clenched teeth. “I just don’t want to give up control.”
“Like when you pierced my nipple, or spanked my ass?” Mario said. “Did you give me much say then?”
“No, but…” His implicit consent? Any student could stop the action at any given time. Oh, there would be consequences. Ultimately, they might be sent out, no passing Go or collecting $200. Smack. She’d drifted again, and he forced her back.
His words, and the meaning behind them, edged the excitement. Yes, sometimes, she pushed her students—and her lovers—far. And Clarissa had proven that she was able to dominate Lucy at times. But could she give up control to a man? This man?
Lucy’s mind screamed, fear edging the corners, its tight grip loosening. Her body, though, surrendered, and at that moment he took her, slamming his cock into her.
Chapter Twenty-One
He didn’t question why he needed to push Lucy. Mario sensed all these blocks around her—not just her heart, but her points of pleasure. Oh, she ached and wanted but wouldn’t give in.
And then she did. Something within her demeanor changed. The arch of her lower back loosened. The once-taut muscles lost some of their tension, and at that moment, he knew it was time.
He sank into her until the base of his cock rubbed against her warm ass. The after effects from spanking added to the sensation.
“Ah, fuck me.”
“That’s my intention,” he said.
With her ass propped in the air on the pillows, he knelt behind her, thrusting in as fast as possible. Each movement, he knew, also pressed her clit into the pillow, offering additional friction.
All too soon, his balls tightened with the telltale sign of his climax. He slowed down, but Lucy wouldn’t have it. Despite the pillows, she pushed up, grunting, forcing him to keep going, upping the pace, until she screamed out in pleasure. The added sensation, knowing he’d broken through her barriers, sent him spiraling, his hot come shooting into her.
Shivers of pleasure set every nerve ending on fire. He collapsed against Lucy, murmuring into the back of her neck.
“You are so beautiful, and powerful, and I love you.” The words escaped his mouth before he thought about them. He caught Clarissa’s gaze. She was watching them. Rather than being guarded, she looked filled with love and acceptance. She nodded at them and smiled before shutting her eyes and leaning back, her hand still rubbing her clit. Within moments, her mouth hung open as her climax hit.
* * *
His old life was gone, finito as his nonna would have said, brushing her palms together. They were his new reality.
He handed a washcloth to each of them, and afterward tossed them into the bathtub. By the time he slid into bed, the warmth from their bodies had already heated the sheets. He lay behind Clarissa, satisfied with his thigh touching her. They each settled into a comfortable position, and he leaned to turn off the bedside light. Outside the window, he caught the wonder of the great city. He’d lost his heart in San Francisco.
The moment the room was dark, subdued reflections of color flashed on the walls and ceiling. Pink, blue, green, purple: the ice cubes. He lay watching the slowly shifting lights, listening to his lovers breathing, and hoping that tomorrow nothing would change.
* * *
“Ready to get back home?” Lucy asked, packing the few last things into her bag.
“Actually, you need to drop me off at Johnny and Sam’s place because I need to pick up my things and car.” Clarissa’s cheeks burned at having to remind them.
Lucy pursed her lips, probably thinking about how they could avoid that situation. If this relationship was going to work, they were going to have to trust her again. “Right,” Lucy said.
“How did you two get here?” Clarissa asked.
“We took Lucy’s car,” Mario said. “It’s in the hotel garage.”
“Hmmm. Well, that will make things easier. Just drop me off, and I’ll meet you back at SFSU.”
They exchanged a glance, and Clarissa tensed, knowing what was coming.
“Whatever you like, sweetie,” Lucy said. “I could help you, and Mario could drive my car back, or if you feel more comfortable by yourself, that’s fine.”