by Unknown
‘You’re kidding. Why don’t we go back to the tent right now for a quickie? We’ll probably beat Robbie back here anyway, and if not he’ll hang on for us.’
The campsite was deserted, which was just as well as it would have been obvious what we were going back in the tent for. As soon as he had finished zipping up the tent door I unzipped him, pulling his jeans and shorts down just far enough. After some preliminary tongue play I stripped down to my bra and mounted him.
Sometimes an efficient, functional quickie is even more satisfying than a long session of hazy eroticism. I rode him hard, with concentration, and when his stomach muscles started to quiver I started to finger myself and, taking a leaf out of Tasha’s book, added a few verbal encouragements, though in a more succinct Anglo-Saxon vein. Well, if he could copy Robbie’s technique, I saw no reason why I shouldn’t copy hers. Frankly, as far as sex is concerned, as long as all participants are happy with it, the end justifies the means.
Red’s orgasm followed mine by a split second and I relaxed my full weight on top of him. It was only the second time we’d fucked without Robbie there, and it was quite nice for a change, though like any performer I guess I missed the appreciation of the audience.
I know I’d seen the pictures of the snow-capped volcano. I know some sort of equipment was mentioned when we booked the trip. But for God’s sake, this was summer. I was astounded to be climbing up a long, steep, snow-covered mountain, the sort of slope that should only be ascended by chairlift and only ever skied down. But not as astounded as when I lost my footing on the way down, felt my ice axe fly out of my hand and found myself rolling over and over in the snow towards what would appear to be certain death.
My life just isn’t full of drama, though, and I don’t expect my death to be either. I slithered to a halt, unharmed, and sat there watching Red and Robbie running down the snow towards me.
‘You looked comical doing that,’ I told them as they lifted me up.
‘Not as comical as you did,’ said Robbie. He tried to make his voice normal but it was shaky and his face had gone pale under his tan. Red held me and brushed the snow from my back without a word. They’d both been worried, and they both clearly cared about me. Although we hadn’t seen any flames and the crater had smelled of rotten eggs, it had been worth the trip.
We had a great week wandering around the Chilean Lake District, camping by the shores of azure lakes, walking through meadows full of spring flowers and exciting each other verbally as well as manually. I made sure Red didn’t feel excluded and we grew closer than ever.
Finally I got round to asking Robbie how he managed without sex, apart from what he’d got from Tasha. He laughed.
‘You obviously haven’t noticed how long I take going off for a pee before turning in,’ he said mockingly. ‘After that first night in the tent I knew I’d be busting my balls if I didn’t get some relief, so I jerked off before bed. It doesn’t mean to say that I don’t get hard again once I start watching you, but it means at least it can subside reasonably easily.’
‘So how do you make sure you’re ready for a wank?’ I asked.
He gave me a sideways look. ‘I’m usually sitting next to you or opposite you all evening. All I have to do is start thinking about watching you later and I’m ready for anything.’
A thrill went through me. But Robbie was going to have to stay in his current rôle until Red decided he wanted to hand over to the understudy.
It was nearly time to travel to Puerto Montt to meet up with Carlos. We spent the last day together in a pretty little German-style town, where we gorged on terrific cakes and tarts in a teashop playing Christmas carols before going back to our guesthouse, a treat for the last night. Our room was up in the attic, dominated by a huge brass bed bang in the middle, which straightaway sold it to me. A small single bed was tucked under the sloping roof and every inch of the old-fashioned dressing table and tallboy was covered by flowery china ornaments.
At first the landlady had looked slightly suspiciously at a mixed-sex threesome so Red told her we were brothers and sister, and I guess with our communal blondness and height we looked the part.
We flopped on to the beds, our bodies heavy and lazy with cake. The brass glinted in the sun flooding through the dormer window and lying on my back I reached my hands up to grasp the rail. From the other bed Robbie smiled.
‘I think I should tie your hands there. I don’t see why Señor Garcia should be the only one to have the pleasure of restraining you.’
I shivered. There wasn’t any logical reason, of course not, but I didn’t want it. My relationship with the guys was different and I wanted it to stay that way.
‘You can’t tie your sister down and have your brother fuck her, mate. It’s not legal.’
Robbie and I laughed at Red’s get-out.
‘Imagine if she came up with a cup of tea for us and found us screwing while Robbie watched. Jesus, she’d probably have a heart attack.’ Red grinned mischievously. ‘Talking of brothers and sister, did you ever play doctors and nurses?’
‘Did I? How do you think I got launched in my brilliant career as a sex kitten?’
‘So lie still, Miss van Bon, while Doctor Sullivan and I prepare you for examination.’
At the same time as I realised that Red had practically invited Robbie to put his hands all over me, it occurred to me that as we were outside the normal routine Robbie hadn’t had his night-time pee. Or wank.
Red started with my socks and worked up to my trousers and pulled them off me, while Robbie started with my sweatshirt and then removed my T-shirt. His hands grazed my breasts as he pulled it over my head. I was only wearing a thin crop top and my nipples responded straight away.
‘I think our patient’s got a slight swelling here,’ he said, fondling one erect nipple. ‘And on the other side too. You investigate, doctor.’
I watched their two hands, both large, both tanned, as they teased my nipples into tingling points of longing.
‘It’s actually further down I have the problem,’ I put in. ‘I think it must be some sort of inflammation.’
‘Let’s have a look.’
Red pulled off my knickers slowly and then parted my thighs. ‘It’s a shame we haven’t got stirrups for your legs; we’ll just have to hold them up.’
Robbie took his cue and they each held one of my thighs up and wide apart and took turns gazing intently at my slit.
‘That’s a decidedly abnormal quantity of secretion, I agree,’ said Red. ‘What does it feel like?’
His question was addressed to Robbie; he wanted him to touch me. I almost fainted when for the first time his hand reached out and stroked me. Despite the fact that Robbie’s voice had been such a key factor in my excitement in our previous encounters I didn’t even hear what he said as he probed me and fleetingly touched my clit before ceding to Red. We’d moved on another stage but it was Red who had instigated it and I wanted to stop playing games and get seriously raunchy.
‘Let’s stop the doctor crap. Where are we going from here?’ I said, my voice as husky and dangerously seductive as I could wish. And that wasn’t even intentional, just a by-product of my excitement.
Red smiled at Robbie and then at me. ‘No map. No plan. No limits. Yes or no?’
Oh, man, yes.
The sun on our bodies, the soft bed with the brass rails, the first time Robbie and I had exchanged more than words or touched with more than hands, whatever happened it was going to be the best. Although we were committing no crime the mention of incest hung in the air, making me feel opulently sinful. An atmosphere of decadence and debauchery had pervaded the chintzy room and I revelled in it.
Robbie wanted to taste me but while I held my breath waiting for his tongue he picked up a spoon that nestled in a pretty china cup and saucer on the dressing table. Carefully he mined my cunt for the abundant juices, bringing out a spoonful and looking at me while he slowly sipped from it, then rubbed the cold hard metal over
my clit. I thought my head would explode but there was more to come.
The idea of tying me down had taken hold of him. When Red turned me over on my knees facing the bed head, Robbie moved and crouched down on the other side of the bars, facing me. I took my bra top off before Red entered me, hoping Robbie would touch my breasts while I was being fucked.
‘You look like animals in the zoo,’ he observed, almost insolently. ‘I suppose that’s just what you are.’
‘Just as primitive,’ I agreed.
‘But probably more promiscuous and less discriminating than most. Hold on to the bars.’
I grasped the brass rails and his hands immediately closed over mine. I made as if to pull them away and he tightened his grip.
‘You can’t escape,’ he said teasingly. With Red pushing slowly and satisfyingly into me, I didn’t want to and I don’t think Robbie thought I did for a minute. The image of being a shameless animal copulating publicly, combined with the big hands holding mine firmly was electrifying, but not as much as Robbie’s mouth suddenly reaching forward and touching mine.
Kissing’s never been my thing particularly. It was down to those early experimental days with boys, when you seemed to spend endless hours with a flabby wet tongue in your mouth before he plucked up the courage to feel you up. Not that I dislike it, and lately I’d especially enjoyed both Gabi’s and Carlos’s kisses, but if someone asked me to rank kissing in a league table of turn-ons I’d put it at the absolute bottom. Until Robbie kissed me through the bars of the bed.
It started off gentle and tender, but not sloppy. Our lips were like positive and negative connecting and setting off a long, slow charge. His tongue explored my mouth firmly though gently but I was hungry for him and responded urgently. His mouth hardened against mine and the probing of his tongue was as thrilling as Red’s penis inside me.
I knew I was moaning deep in my throat as the kiss went on and when finally he started to withdraw I felt I’d been thoroughly fucked. One touch and I would come but I didn’t want to yet. Was Robbie going to take Red’s place? I wasn’t going to risk losing out on anything by bossily demanding an orgasm, however much I wanted one.
‘Your mouth is as beautiful as your cunt,’ said Robbie, his voice rougher than ever. I think he had been shaken by the intensity of the kiss as much as I had. ‘Can I feel it here?’
He moved his hands from mine and unzipped and lowered his jeans and shorts. I hesitated briefly, wondering if I should do a Tasha and admire its size and heft vociferously before taking it in my mouth but decided against it. He wanted to feel my mouth around his shaft, not hear it pronounce the results of its inspection. The praise could come later.
His hands closed over mine again as I ran my mouth teasingly over his hardness. No, he wasn’t as big as Red but he was plenty big enough and more than hard enough. I guessed he wasn’t going to take long.
‘Having fun, mate?’ asked Red, breaking my dreamy mood. I had slipped from my mood of illicit lust into a romantic, dewy-eyed, first time scenario with a new lover, which was frankly rather absurd. I put the sloppy stuff on hold; with one man in my mouth and one in my pussy it wasn’t hard to recapture that feeling of depravity and dissipation, especially when they started comparing notes.
‘You didn’t tell me how good she is at this,’ Robbie answered, his voice jagged. ‘If you’d rather fuck her than have her suck you then she’s got to be bloody wonderful.’
‘She is, mate. Tight but soft, magic muscles. Don’t you want to swap?’
I lapped up the way they talked as though I had no say in the matter as eagerly as I lapped at Robbie’s prick.
‘No, I think I’ll come in her mouth. I suppose she swallows?’
‘What doesn’t she do?’
Red’s comment came with an increase in the intensity of his thrusting. He pulled me hard back on to him as Robbie’s hands gripped mine harder. They were both nearly there.
‘Tell you what, mate, leave her for me to finish, if you don’t mind?’ That was Robbie.
‘No worries,’ said Red breathlessly and groaned as he came. ‘Jesus.’
Robbie’s arms were trembling as his hands slackened and tightened rhythmically over mine and I knew he was nearly there. I took him as deep as I dared and in less than a minute he spurted into me. Red had lied, of course – I never swallow – but instead I dribbled it slowly out of my mouth so that it spilled down to my breasts. As Robbie unclasped his hands from mine and sank to his knees I rubbed his warm cream into my tits. His last remark would have sent me completely over the brink if only hands-free orgasms existed.
I expected him to get up and come round to the bed but he stayed where he was.
‘Sit down, Bliss.’
I sat back, still facing him, wondering how long he was going to make me wait till he let me come. Suddenly his arms came through two of the bars, grabbed my legs purposefully and pulled them through. They were uncomfortably far apart and my sex gaped, framed by the brass rails.
I had fallen on to my back, my head against Red’s knee, reminding me of his presence. Robbie hadn’t forgotten him, though.
‘Hold her down, Red, with her arms above her head. Close your eyes, Bliss. I want you to concentrate. Red, keep your mouth shut.’
The sudden silence in the room, my anticipation and the fact that Robbie didn’t touch me for a full half minute reminded me of waiting, bound and gagged, for Carlos. Of course I’d told Robbie about how agonisingly exciting that had been and he was trying to recreate it for me. I concentrated on what I must look like to him, my pink lips plump with desire, my slit creamily expectant, flaunting itself through the bars like a monkey pressing her arse to the cage.
His tongue caressed me with a delicacy that sent shivers through me. As gently as he had kissed my mouth he kissed my pussy, licking and probing slowly. It seemed forever before it touched my clitoris, but when it did I felt overwhelmed with the need for release. Winding my legs behind him I tensed my muscles ready to come but he replaced my legs in front of the bed, leaving his hands on my thighs. His tongue continued to lick my swollen bud slowly, too slowly for me to come, a delicious torture. Once again he moved to my molten slit, where his tongue replayed its action in my mouth, thrusting harder inside me. My breathing was getting more and more shallow and then his warm mouth moved down, lapping away from my overheated sex, and then started softly rimming my anus.
I don’t know if he heard the sound that escaped my throat but Red took Robbie’s earlier instruction for silence to mean me as well. Without a word he placed his free hand over my mouth.
Robbie’s tongue moved back up to my pussy and then to my clit and I knew this time he would let me come. As he started to increase the pressure his hands moved from my legs and one finger of each hand pressed gently in a circular motion just above and each side of my clitoris. His tongue needled my inflamed clit with rapid but firm strokes and then he swept it broadly up and down and increased the pressure with his fingers. It was totally out of my control and my own enforced passivity and blatant exposure jarred my body into the violent reaction I’d been waiting for.
‘Nice one, Rob,’ commented Red as my orgasm subsided, bringing us back down to earth. My hands and my mouth were my own again.
‘How do you know?’ I asked, though my voice was weak. ‘How do you know I came?’
They both snorted with laughter. ‘The bloody bed vibrated with it, for one thing,’ said Red. ‘Even your face tensed up. Your legs twitched. Your fanny bucked.’
‘You can’t see my legs or my fanny. I hate that word. Don’t use it again.’
‘Yes miss. I’ve seen them loads of times.’
I pulled my legs through the rails and grinned at Robbie. ‘Anyway he was right, it was a nice one. I was a bit put out when you turned down the offer to swap places, but you more than made up for it.’
We had a group hug on the bed. Just the sort of thing Mum used to go in for when I was a kid – though not post-coitally, you u
nderstand, but fully dressed and with her consciousness-raising group. OK, I was disappointed that Robbie hadn’t technically fucked me, but figured that we still had something to look forward to.
Chapter Eight
After two days on Chiloe I stopped waiting for Carlos to tie me up and threaten me if I didn’t tell him what Red and Robbie were up to. Maybe he wasn’t as unscrupulous as I’d allowed him to become in my imagination. Yes, he’d had me followed but for my own protection, as he said. The boys’ warnings, not to mention the Bond-type drill I’d been put through before leaving them, seemed preposterous.
I’d been made to learn two e-mail addresses, though my request to eat the paper they were written on afterwards met with slight exasperation. One address was theirs and one belonged to the anonymous contact on Chiloe, who I teasingly christened Moneypenny. After checking that Carlos wouldn’t know whether I’d had one before they gave me a mobile and made me learn its number as though I’d had it for years. They programmed in Moneypenny’s phone number, though that was only for emergencies. If I needed urgent help and couldn’t talk I was to phone him, call him Steve, an old friend, and ask him if he could get Mum to put some money into my bank account. Moneypenny would try to make himself known to me by introducing himself as ‘Franco, as in General’. So already he had three names; serious espionage or what?
But in two days of sightseeing on the delightful island nothing more sinister had occurred than listening to Jorge’s edit of my tape while looking at my slug photos. He had sent me a note via Carlos to say he was going to exhibit the pictures at the end of the month with the tape on continuous loop; would we be able to go? Sadly I would be in Patagonia but Carlos said he would try to get there.
The slug pictures were good. Mid-slither I looked pretty impressive, wrapped up in my transparent mummy outfit and a quite amusing look of determination on my face. I have to say though that the ones on the massage table were more sleazy porn than erotic art. Not that I minded much.
Carlos played the tape at full volume on the first night we spent together in the rather nice house he was renting. I couldn’t relax and appreciate it because the maid was bustling in clearing the remains of dinner and fetching the coffee. At least I managed to get the photos out of the way.