“Oh yeah, Rachel…suck my nipples!” she groaned loudly. And I did. I sucked on those hard little nipples like that was all I had in the world. I could feel her moving under Mark, but I wanted to bring her to that orgasm. I wanted it to be me that she experienced pleasure from.
My left hand moved down between her legs, forcing my way between Mark’s thrusts. I found her clitoris, though my hand was pinched with each of his thrusts. I began to press on it. Gently at first. Then with more aggression. I was sucking her nipples harder now, and sliding my finger across her with passion.
And then I felt her body jerk. Her head slammed against the bed, and she was twisting and writhing and grinding and mewling. So I pushed harder on her, and faster. Her orgasm exploded more. She squeezed my head to her breasts, and I sucked on them with all that I had. She cooed and cried and twisted under me. She and I rode her orgasm until it finished…until she was twitching so softly, and breathing in short gasps. She was completely relaxed, and her eyes were lidded. I knew where she was. She was floating through the universe, lost in the cosmos. I knew that feeling so well these days. I was proud I helped her get there.
When her dreamy eyes opened, she said, “That was wonderful, Rachel. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” was all I could muster. I kissed her again, and then lay back down, next to her. She moved her hand over mine, and we squeezed hands. David was staring at me, and his hand was wrapped around his swollen manhood.
“What do you think, honey?” Keiko asked me.
“About what?”
“Are you ready for a swap, or do you want to stay the way we are.”
So there it was. The question. I hadn’t even thought about having sex with Mark, but now I was faced with it. All three sets of eyes were on me. That felt a bit intimidating, but I felt like I had already crossed a boundary I had never thought I would, so why not go all the way? I was now relaxed and enjoying the sexual energy of the moment. I decided I was ready.
“Okay, yeah…” I said.
“I love you,” David said, looking deeply into my eyes. He and Mark changed places, and then Mark was over the top of me. He had a nice, sweet smile on his face.
“Don’t worry, Rachel,” Keiko said next to me. “You can stop it at any moment.”
I expected Mark to replace David inside me, but instead he lowered himself down between my legs. I squirmed a bit as he put his lips to me, because I was very sensitive. But soon the heat of his mouth warmed me up. I looked down to see his red hair above my crotch, and his beautiful light eyes were looking into mine. David slid in between Keiko’s legs, and he immediately penetrated her. He lowered himself down, and three of our faces were close together. David kissed Keiko, and then he moved over and kissed me.
I have to admit this was the strangest moment of the entire night. It was unreal. The man I loved was between the legs of another woman. Yet he also kissed me, just after kissing her. And I had kissed her. The only person I hadn’t kissed that night was Mark, but he was between my legs kissing me. I had a moment of surreality. It just wasn’t normal for a young, Christian girl to be involved in situations like this. I was in a bed with three other people, and I was having sex with all of them.
But then Mark’s tongue began to pleasure me, and instead of thinking about how weird everything was, I focused on his warm, wet mouth. That, I think, got me over the oddity…over the guilt. And Mark was good. His tongue was better than David’s, I had to admit. He knew exactly where to touch me, and I was melting on his lips and tongue.
I leaned back and felt the heat of his mouth, and let the warm tingling go through my body. I felt the bed moving as David repeatedly penetrated Keiko. I could hear her soft moans, and I knew the pleasure she was having. I knew the man I loved was having sex with another woman right next to me, and I couldn’t yet bring my eyes to look at them…beyond, perhaps a quick peek now and then. Sure, it was hypocritical of me, but that’s what was in my mind. This conflict burned in me. Jealousy, green-eyed and ugly, boiled in my heart. It nagged at me. Whispered in my mind. And it built inside me, getting louder and more demanding. I decided to take action and work through the inner turmoil.
I lifted myself up and dove to Mark’s crotch. He was still erect. He wasn’t as big as David, but he was still a good size and long. I took his very pink penis in my mouth. I realized I could taste Keiko on him, and that made me feel hotter. I took him repeatedly into my mouth, and I received his approving grunts and thrusts in return. I felt his very coarse hands on my back and in my hair. His hands were like sandpaper. No doubt his football career made him immensely strong and required a lot of physical work. He felt like a giant oak tree…rough and solid and towering over me.
I felt his tension building, but I kept up my aggressive tempo. I was bringing him to the brink, so he pushed me down and entered me with force. I put my hands on his hugely muscled arms. They felt so good…so manly. His body felt like iron. He smelled of sweat and expensive cologne. He had so much power that I saw stars with each thrust of his hips. His body was like a battering ram. His mouth came down hard on mine, and I kissed back with passion. His hips pounded against mine, and I felt surging passion in both of us. I looked over at David and Keiko, and saw that her eyes were on her husband. I saw no jealousy…she seemed to enjoy watching what he was doing. David’s face was buried in Keiko’s hair.
This will sound strange, but I felt more jealousy at this moment. When I looked at David, I felt a sense of shame and anger. Here was the man I loved pushing himself into another woman. Yet a strange thing happened. That jealousy turned to excitement. It’s hard to explain, but the “burn” I felt watching him also burned inside me sexually. The more I grew angry with him for having sex with Keiko, the more excited I became, the more I wanted gratification.
I pulled Mark down again and kissed him furiously. I sucked the tongue out of his mouth, and let them both see that I had his tongue between my lips. I moved my hips under him, and pulled on him with my heels. I wanted the dirtiness of it all. I wanted the jealousy-burn. I wanted to have the seed of another man inside me. I wanted his wife to watch me pleasure him. I wanted her to hear my orgasm. I wanted my love to see a stronger man take me.
So I let them hear it. All of them. My own words shocked and excited me.
“Yeah, Mark, fuck me with that big cock of yours. Oh God, you’re so strong. Fuck me, baby. Put your come inside me. I want it.” The dirtiness of it all fired me up immensely. I was going to be a whore. A slut. I was a dirty girl doing things I could never tell anybody about. I let it all out of me in a barrage of whorish comments. Mark responded.
“You like that, Rachel? Yeah, I’ll fuck you hard, baby.” I only realized his full strength when he began to hammer me. He was so strong he nearly knocked the wind out of me with each stroke. All of his muscles were moving under his tight skin. I could feel his sweat dripping down on me. My God, he was so powerful. Sex with him felt like wrestling a tiger, which was both scary and exciting at once.
And I wanted more. I pushed him off of me, and turned over. I got up on all fours. I wanted to look into the eyes of his beautiful wife, while her husband entered me from behind. As he pushed against me, I opened up. My thighs pushed against David’s. I wanted my boyfriend to feel every thrust. He put me here, after all. Right? He wanted sex with other people, so why shouldn’t I give him all of it? Let him feel the pleasure and pain.
Mark again began to pound me. My face was just inches from Keiko. Her eyes switched between Mark’s and mine. She didn’t even look at David, who was now lifted up…she only had eyes for us. I realized in that moment that she loved it too. I could see her dark eyes sparkling…she had fire and fury in her gaze. She got swept up in the moment along with us, and she told us about it.
“Yeah, Mark, fuck her hard, honey. Fuck her hot pussy, baby!” And then to me, “Take my husband’s cock, Rachel. I want to see his come inside you.”
I was panting hard now. I was taking his iron-har
d thrusts, and I could feel my climax building inside me again. I moved just a bit forward, and found my face brushing Keiko’s. She pulled my lips down hard against hers. She sucked on my tongue for all she was worth. I was exhaling each thrust into her mouth. The pounding I was taking was intense. Keiko slid her hand under me, reaching for my clitoris. I slid forward to help her, never breaking contact with her mouth. Only the three of us existed. I didn’t even consider David part of this exchange.
When she reached me with her soft fingers, she put me over the edge. Instantly the intensity moved through every nerve in my body. My eyes rolled back. I buried my face in her neck and began shrieking the loudest, longest orgasm I had ever experienced. Her pressure on my clitoris was almost too much, and I felt myself racing across the sky. The combined pressure and the hard thrusts from behind gave me a sensation I never knew possible. Instead of rolling hot waves, it felt like a jackhammer of pleasure, hitting first my skull, then my crotch, and then back to my skull. This intensity threw me into another world.
During sex with David, I had twice experienced a “loss of self”—a sense that I disappeared for a bit and lost consciousness. This time, I completely lost consciousness. I was awakened by Keiko stroking my face.
“You okay, Rachel? Rachel?”
Her voice sounded distant. Like a memory. It took me a bit to find myself.
“Yeah, I’m okay…I just…”
“I know the feeling…amazing, isn’t it?”
“Yeah…”
I lifted up, and turned myself over, lying down next to Keiko again. Mark smiled at me and again moved between my legs. I was spent physically and mentally. I was as weak as a child, and physically trembling. I told him so.
“Mark, I don’t think I can have another one. That last one was so amazing. I want you to come in me, okay?” I looked at David when I said it. He looked back at me without expression.
“Okay…I’m pretty close right now.”
“Good.” I was already feeling beat up down there, and didn’t know how much more of him I could take. His body was so strong it felt like he could split me in half.
Mark was quickening his motions. I didn’t even notice David or Keiko now. My full concentration was on Mark and helping him finish. I wanted him to have a strong orgasm, so I spoke to him. As I thrust my hips against him, I egged him on.
“Did you like me kissing your pretty wife? Did that turn you on, Mark? I loved sucking her titties. She made me come so good when she stroked my hard clit. Did you like that?”
His pace grew faster and faster. His light eyes were glistening. He was pushing into me hard. I knew I would be terribly sore tomorrow, but for tonight I wanted him to have it any way he wanted it.
And then he surprised me. He pulled his heels up under his butt, grabbed my hips, and rolled back onto his heels. He was so strong I felt like I was hanging in the air. With his powerful arms, he slammed me onto his crotch. I was sliding across his thighs like I weighed nothing at all. His granite penis slammed into me with ferocity. We were both sweating freely. His strength excited me…I was in absolute awe of his power.
I saw his mouth begin to hang open, and his face flushed. I knew he was about to ejaculate inside me. I turned and looked at Keiko…her eyes were smoldering, and locked on her husband.
And then he let out a loud, booming cry, and I felt the burning wetness inside me. He continued to slam into me, and each thrust sent more heat into me. I was swinging around in his powerful arms, powerless to stop him. As his hot seed entered me, I felt a warm, pulsing, gentle orgasm slide through me. Not the violent one I had just experienced. This one was like floating on a raft down a river. Despite the violence of his thrusts, I was swirling in a calm pool.
His movements slackened. He slid me back down to the bed, and then lay down on top of me. I pulled his broad shoulders down. We kissed, softly. His acrid sweat spread over me, as I felt him soften. I looked over, and David’s eyes were boring holes into us. He began to move more quickly in and out of Keiko. His pace was increasing, and I could see by his movements that he was also nearing climax. He was thrusting into her, and he had a vicious sneer on his face, like a man who knew a dark secret. His face said anger, and rage. And excitement.
I moved Mark off of me, and crawled behind David. My legs were wobbly, and I was already feeling sore between them. Though I knew he was going through a mix of emotions, I wanted David to have what we had all experienced.
When I was behind him, I put my hands on his testicles, which were tight against him, and began to gently squeeze and stroke them. He was pushing hard now, giving her everything he had. I could feel them begin to twitch in my hand. I squeezed harder, and I felt them begin to jerk. He let out a loud groan, and he was shaking as he pounded himself into her. Keiko and Mark were kissing, and he was squeezing her breasts. She did not climax, but gave her attention to her husband. David finished in her, and then fell forward onto her.
It surprised me when I saw David turn his face and kiss first Keiko…and then Mark. As good as it had felt to kiss Keiko, it seemed very wrong to see a man kiss another man. I hate to admit I felt shock at seeing it. I hadn’t yet learned to shake off those cultural norms. I wobbled over to the bathroom, and felt Mark’s wetness dripping down my thighs. I was already aching.
20
We were all rather quiet after. Everybody seemed emotionally and physically spent. I was embarrassed, and avoided most eye contact. A few polite exchanges followed, but everything felt stilted and awkward. Mark and Keiko took showers, and then left. I was sure David was mad. I kept envisioning his burning eyes. I thought I had gone too far. I avoided him, and took a long shower. I thought that if I stayed in long enough, I could avoid some of his wrath.
I remember looking at my face in the steamy bathroom mirror. I regarded myself. I was a woman who had just done things I would’ve considered horribly perverted just a month ago. I would’ve vilified anybody I knew who did these things. Yet, now I had done them. Myself. This was as serious to me as if I had just tried heroin or stabbed somebody in a fight.
I dressed for bed. I was cringing inside, waiting for David to say something. I didn’t think this would go well, and assumed our relationship was over. What had I done? Who was I? While it was happening, it had felt good. Dirty, but good. I had experienced a range of pleasures I had never experienced before. I didn’t know my body could climax so strongly. I didn’t know I could enjoy the touch of others so deeply. But the aftermath. What would I be now? What would my relationship with David be like? Would he consider me a whore? I’m not sure that I didn’t consider myself in that way. I felt a heavy dose of guilt. And shame. Had David shouted at me and told me to leave, I don’t think I would have disagreed with him, even though this had been his idea.
When I came out of the bathroom, he was already asleep. Thankfully! I quietly slid under the covers. I could smell the sex. I could see several spots on the bedspread, and the sheets were soaked with sweat. I couldn’t believe I was lying in the bed where a perverted sex romp had just occurred. I didn’t sleep for a long time. In my mind, I ran over the events. I saw every moment in glaring detail, as if a spotlight was shining on them. I winced as each event replayed in my mind.
Most of all, I saw David’s eyes. Weird, unnatural, burning eyes. I wondered what went through his mind. I wondered when he would confront me with my whorish behavior. I felt I deserved his harsh judgment. I would welcome it.
I was also struck by my own willingness to go ahead with things I never thought I could do. I thought I would have to be talked into anything we tried. I thought it would take a slow, steady, gradual slide into corruption. Yet when faced with it, I jumped in readily. On our first swing, I went all the way with a man I knew nothing about and whom I only said a few words to. I had touched another woman as well, and touch was a euphemism for sex. I had always considered homosexual behavior as wrong, and something to be feared and judged. My religion and my culture told me that these things we
re as bad as murder or rape. Yet, I had not only kissed and touched a woman, I had enjoyed it…a lot. The contrast between her flesh and touch and a man’s was overpowering. I felt filthy, on the one hand, yet titillated on the other.
What was wrong with me? Was I a deviant? Was I one step away from hanging around a playground in a trench coat? What had I become? What would my father think?
In the morning, I woke up to David putting a tray on my lap. He had made a hot breakfast for me. Eggs. Pancakes. Juice. A small vase with a daisy in it. Not quite what I had been expecting.
“Good morning, darling. Breakfast for you.”
I sat up and he moved the tray to a solid position.
“Good morning, David. Thank you.” I couldn’t look him in the eyes.
He left for a second and came back with a cup of coffee for himself. He sat next to me and watched me as I ate. I looked at the food, afraid to face him again. I took a couple small bites.
“It’s delicious, thank you,” I said.
“How do you feel this morning?” he asked.
There it was.
“I’m a little tired,” I said, staring at my food.
“Yeah, it took you a while to get to sleep last night.”
“I thought you were asleep,” I said. Was he really awake?
“I was, but I stirred a couple of times. You were tossing and turning a bit.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“It’s okay…it was a big night last night. A lot to think about.”
And there it was again!
“Yeah. Lots to think about.” Now I could feel tension I couldn’t avoid. He was looking at me, coffee in hand. I looked over, and he was smiling. “Are you okay?” I asked, clenched and ready for a reaction.
“Yeah, never better. The question is, are you okay?” Really?
“Honestly?”
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