by Mimi Strong
“Rochelle, I don't know if I can do this.”
She grabbed my hand and gazed into my eyes, her expression soft and comforting. Her eyes weren't blue like mine, but blue-green, like sea glass. Her pale eyelashes were coated in black mascara, too thick for my taste, but the clumps didn't diminish her attractiveness.
“We're just playing,” she said. “I figure one day we'll be old, with kids and mortgages, and we'll need to be responsible. No more dress-up in plastic fetish wear. No more messing around or dancing with strangers in bars. Do you think in twenty years, we'll have rock stars pulling us up on stage?”
“Gah! Rochelle! No need to make me depressed.”
She smiled. “Don't be. That stage of life has its positives as well. Stability, and, I don't know, book clubs, and high tea.” She laughed. “But we're still kids right now. Think of tonight like finger-painting. You get to play games and make a mess. And it feels good.”
She traced her fingertip along my jaw line and then down, between my breasts, dragging down the zipper of my dress, one click at a time.
“Doesn't it?” She arched her thin eyebrows. “Doesn't it feel good?”
I reached around and grabbed her smooth ass with both hands. “You're right. It does.”
“Let's go out there and give your man a real show. Something he'll never forget.”
I agreed, and followed her out of the bathroom. We held hands and strutted, both of us with our heads held high as the men admired us.
Todd was patiently waiting on the bed—as patient as a guy could look while tied to a headboard—and Smith looked cool and relaxed like a Gucci ad, sitting on his chair with a drink in one hand. I grabbed the glass of ice and amber fluid from him and sucked it back.
“Liquid courage,” I said.
Smith nodded over to the bed and said, “Make me proud, baby.”
Rochelle was already on the bed, alternating between kissing Todd and brushing his face with her pendulous breasts. She still wore the black lace bustier, but had pushed down the lace tops so she was free, naked and clothed at the same time. She and I were similar in looks and body shape except for that one aspect, and her breasts were spectacular.
I crawled up along Todd's familiar body. He seemed so much more hairy than I remembered, as his hair was black, so dark compared to Smith's golden fuzz.
“May I?” I said, and I kissed Todd on the mouth. He kissed how I remembered, and a thrill shot down and tickled my pussy. Rochelle's breast was right there in my face, so I took a sample for myself. As I sucked her nipple, another thrill went through my body, the same as when someone sucked on mine. My tits were still in my plastic dress, though. Interesting, I thought, and I took a bigger mouthful, sucking contentedly on her luscious breast. I closed my eyes and savored the electrical surges running through me.
Someone was touching my panties, their hand pushed up under my short dress, and I didn't dare open my eyes to see who it was.
After a moment, I realized someone was talking—not giving orders in a commanding way, but making suggestions. My mind was muddled from the drinks, the late hour, and the sexual charge.
Smith repeated the request. “Tori, put that cock in your mouth and suck it.”
Ever the obedient cumslut, I shifted down and grabbed Todd's cock with one hand. He was long and thick, and I knew that part of him well. Licking the tip was like visiting an old friend, if that friend was veiny and purple and trying to cream in your mouth.
I relaxed again as I massaged his hard shaft with my tongue, and soon he was deep in my mouth and I was happily bobbing, loving his responsiveness to my touch.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rochelle straddle Todd's face, her back to me. Todd used to love it when I sat on his face—he said he felt safe and relaxed in that position, like he could go forever and ever. It was true; his tongue never got tired.
My movements became automatic, and I sucked his shaft down deep in my mouth, giving firm pressure, but not so much that he'd peak too quickly.
The room blurred around me, and I lost all sense of time. At some point, Rochelle tapped me on the shoulder, and then unzipped my dress. Having my moist skin out in the cool air again felt heavenly, and then she and I switched positions, and I truly was in heaven, with Todd's tongue licking my pussy and circling my clit tirelessly. Oh, the miles I could put on that strong, licking tongue of his.
I grabbed onto the headboard and leaned forward, fucking his face as best I could without suffocating the poor guy. He started to shake, and I paused, worried I was hurting him, but he was just coming. Smith was still directing the action from his chair, and he asked that Todd come on my back, splashing all over me. Rochelle giggled as she pulled him from her mouth, then she cooed and sighed as she jerked his cock with her hands.
I could feel Smith's gaze on me, and his delight as Todd reaching the bursting point. Ah, but I was too far up, my pussy still riding Todd's mouth and chin, and the fluid rained down on Todd's stomach.
I smiled and dismounted, happy that Smith's direction had failed, and as satisfied by that as if I'd had my own orgasm.
I rolled off the bed and went to get some more refreshments while Todd recovered.
Rochelle untied Todd, and he stretched up, looking like an untamed beast, loose from the zoo.
“You freed me,” he said to Rochelle, and he rewarded her with brisk finger-fucking, paired with intense eye contact. I used to love that, and it was just as good to watch. Rochelle squirmed and moaned like a professional finger-fuckee.
Smith and I passed back and forth his drink and watched as she came, her face all pink and scrunchy, until all at once her expression relaxed and she let out a contented moan.
Whispering, I said to Smith, “That was beautiful.”
He grabbed my naked ass and pulled me to sit on his lap. “You're beautiful,” he said.
“Were you serious about wanting to see another man fuck me? Because Todd will be ready to go again in a minute. The sex shop threw some condoms in with my purchase, so we're good to go. Rochelle gave her blessing.” I traced my finger down the buttons of Smith's shirt. “She said you can't have him, though.” I giggled.
He rolled his eyes. “That hairy ass? When I can have your sweet strawberry pie? No thanks.”
The other two got up from the bed and grabbed some robes from the hooks on the wall.
Todd said, “Okay if we go out on the patio and have a look at the city?”
Smith grinned and waved to the door. “My home is yours tonight. Everything of mine is yours for this evening only, to use and abuse.” His eyes flicked to me briefly, those sapphires as devious as always, then back to the dark-haired man wearing his robe. “Everything.”
Todd and Rochelle walked out, and a moment later, I heard the pop of another champagne cork.
I squirmed around on Smith's lap, trying to get access to his dick, but he kept swatting my hands away.
“You having fun?” he asked.
“I always have fun when I'm with you. Are you going to join us on the bed?”
“Yes and no.” He wrinkled his nose. “You reek of baby powder. You should take a quick shower before the next part.”
“If I do, will you fuck me?”
“I'll do you one better. I'm going to have young Todd fuck you from behind, good and hard like you deserve, and once you're moaning and panting, I'm going to put a gag in your mouth.”
I pouted. “I didn't buy a gag.”
“I'll find something.” He pushed me off his lap. “Go. Shower.”
I wasn't in the shower long before Rochelle joined me. She did a better job washing my body than I ever had. She got into all the nooks and crannies, and I do mean all of them.
We came out of the bathroom flushed pink and nude. I'd recharged with a couple shots of something—vodka, by the look of it—and was feeling relaxed and playful.
We jumped on the bed with Todd, whose body had diverted blood flow to his enormous, engorged cock.
; His purple pony was ready to go once more, so we… played. I licked and sucked all kinds of skin—his, hers, and possibly my own—and my conscious thoughts all disappeared, off to their happy place.
I did get concerned at one point, when Rochelle meandered over to Smith on her hands and knees and flopped her head in his lap. He stroked her long, red hair and said things I couldn't hear. She tried to pull down his pants, but he politely declined, saying, “There's only one redhead for me.”
He looked up and made eye contact with me just as Todd settled himself on top of me, his lower body between my legs. He had the condom on, and he nudged the head of his cock between my legs. My pussy had never felt so swollen and tight, but I was wet. Looking at Smith, watching, I had second thoughts. Was this what he wanted? Smith nodded to go ahead.
I spread my legs wider and let Todd in, one last time for old times' sake.
He filled me, and I gasped with shock. After all the buildup, after being rebuffed by Smith for so many days, and after all the damn typing work, my insides roared and mewed with pleasure. Cock. Hot, hard, wonderful cock. Skewering me.
He thrust as I rocked my hips to meet his pace. They say women are the life-givers, because we give birth, but first it comes from the cock. I arched my back and wrapped my legs around Todd's muscular back, trying to eat him with my body.
I'll devour you, I thought. I'll devour anyone who touches me, and I'll burn them up inside me.
Cool hands stroked my hair. Rochelle's hands. Lips were on mine.
I was quiet at first, the sounds building up like a song in my chest, and then the music came out of me, gushing from my throat, and I didn't care who heard.
My orgasm began to blossom inside me, like pointed flower buds, tickling and straining.
I opened my eyes, expecting to see Smith, but found only brown eyes above me. Todd. And he had that loving look he always got during sex. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes, trying to sober up and to not see him inside my mind, but he was in there, inside me in more ways than one.
Someone suggested a position change, and I shoved Todd away clumsily, rolling onto my knees with my ass in the air. This was better, less intimate. Slim fingers slid in and out of my pussy, not quite hitting the right places. I swallowed my complaints for a moment, until my flower buds threatened to wilt, and I turned my head and politely ordered Todd to fuck me.
“Huh?” he said.
“Todd. Fuck me like that time in Mexico.”
Bless his heart. He knew exactly what I meant, and a moment later, he was railing me hard from behind, and I was starting to come, gripping the bed sheets and panting, the arteries in my neck throbbing.
Someone was talking, but I couldn't tell who. I opened my eyes, trying to get my bearings, even though all I wanted to do was roll down that grassy meadow of bliss and feel my body clench with orgasm.
The three of us were still on the bed, and I was on my knees, facing the foot of the bed. Facing Smith. He was so close, he could reach out and touch me if he wanted.
I made eye contact with him, and tried to send him a message with my eyes. Is this what you want? To see another man fucking me like a wild animal? Does this make you happy? Are you satisfied that I'll do anything you ask?
Smith licked his lips and set his drink aside. He pulled off his shirt as he stood, and then stepped the short distance toward me, undoing his pants.
My heart was thumping with that I'm-in-trouble panicky feeling. What was happening?
He pulled down his shorts, and I understood.
The gag.
Between ragged breaths, I muttered, “If you wanted to gag me, you could just stick your necktie in my mouth.”
He gazed down at me, though it was hard to maintain eye contact with Todd pounding away, his hands slipping constantly on our sweat.
Smith said, “Is that what you want? A piece of fabric in your mouth?”
I dropped my jaw to open my mouth wide in answer.
He stepped forward and guided his erection into my mouth.
I think Rochelle squealed and clapped with excitement, but there was so much going on, I could barely tell what side was up.
Todd grunted, letting me know he was coming. His cock got so hard and big inside me, pulsing as he ejaculated.
My garden of bliss rocked into bloom, petals opening wide, and I came.
Flesh on flesh. Skin. Sweat. Clenching and shaking.
This orgasm was so huge, it either blinded me or shut down my eyelids, because I couldn't see anything but blackness and flashing stars.
The man attached to the flesh in my mouth gasped, and then he was with me, coming in my mouth like a volcano erupting.
My throat tightened and released as I let out another moan and came again as I sucked and swallowed.
Time slowed, then sped up, and I came back down to Planet Earth, from wherever I'd been.
Both of the guys eased out of me, and it felt strange to suddenly have my body back to myself again. I swung my legs around and sat on the edge of the bed, catching my breath. I stared up at Smith as though nobody else was in the room.
He rubbed his knuckles on my cheek. Softly, he said, “Was that good?”
I kissed his hand. “Yes. Did you have fun?”
He grinned and pulled away to retrieve his pants and quickly pull them up. “This has to go in the book,” he said.
From behind me, Rochelle said, “What book?”
Rochelle. I'd forgotten she was even there, and the sound of her voice irritated me.
Smith picked up his shirt from the floor and moved toward the door. “I'm going to hit the hay. I'm not as young as you kids.”
I glanced behind me on the bed to see Todd, looking more than a little embarrassed, trying to cover his crotch with a pillow. Every threesome or foursome has an awkward moment, and this was ours.
Todd cleared his throat in the silence, the sound of it like a drop of gravy on a new tablecloth. By the look in Todd's eyes, I guessed he was trying to remember where his clothes were and plotting a mental bee-line for the exit.
Smith continued, “Tori, you and your friends can stay up as late as you want. Ask them if they want to sleep over. We have plenty of towels.”
I frowned at him. What was up with the patronizing tone?
Rochelle tittered and said, “Sure, Dad.”
Smith's face froze, as though he was deciding how to take that. My heart practically stopped in that instant, and a wave of guilt washed over me so fiercely, I feared I might vomit.
Then Smith broke into a laugh. “Dad!” He pretended to slap his knee. “Good one, Rachel.”
“Rochelle,” she said.
He nodded as he walked away. “Right. Have fun, kids.”
And then he was gone.
I heard the door to his room close, and I didn't have to hear the click to know it was locked.
When I turned back again, Todd was already out of the bed, slinking toward the bathroom with a soggy condom in hand.
“You guys can stay here tonight if you want,” I said to Rochelle.
“I appreciate the offer, but we have a room here. It's a few floors down, but it's probably more our speed, you know?” She winked at me. “I gotta say. You're a lot more fun than I expected. I thought you were all talk, no action.”
“People change,” I said.
“But how are you? Really? Smith Wittingham seems… almost like a normal person.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
She gave me that knowing look only an old friend can give you.
“Oh,” I said. “He is worth a few billion dollars. That's gotta change a person.”
“So, what are you getting out of this arrangement? Is he your sugar daddy?”
I squished my face in disgust. “Do people actually say that? Sugar daddy?”
“What else would you call it? You're young and broke; he's old and rich. Those shoes you were wearing at the concert are probably worth more than my car.”
“What kind of jewelry has he given you?”
I heard the sound of the shower turning on, so I resigned myself to at least ten more minutes of post-orgy small talk with Rochelle.
“No jewelry,” I said, opening the bed and getting under the covers.
This conversation was horrible enough without me being naked, with my bare tits comparing themselves to Rochelle's bazoombas.
“Get some jewelry, or better yet, cash,” she advised. “When the heat cools, you'll be glad to have some assets.”
“Don't be so crass.”
She picked one of Todd's dark chest hairs off her breast. “Bit late for that after the three-way.” She gave me a crooked grin. “How did you meet, anyway?”
“I actually started off doing some typing work for him, and then it sorta turned into dating.”
She fluffed the other pillow and crawled into the big bed next to me, but thankfully not touching me.
“You're living the fantasy, Tori. I really care about Todd. He's sweet, but he's no billionaire.”
I propped myself up on my elbow, feeling all the time between us disappear as quickly as our clothes had after the champagne.
“Is Todd being good to you?” I asked.
“He lets me be me.”
I raised my eyebrows and swallowed, choosing my words carefully. “He always was good at letting a girl enjoy her freedom.”
Concern crossed her face, like clouds blocking the sun. “Why did you guys break up?”
“He didn't tell you?”
“No, he said it was private.”
I glanced toward the bathroom door, sending positive thoughts Todd's way. “He's a good guy.” I adjusted my pillow and snuggled down, so Rochelle and I were face to face, like two teens at a sleepover. “We kept having the same fights. I made the mistake about telling him about… the teacher stuff.” I gave her a meaningful look and she nodded. Yes, she remembered me telling her about my early sexual experiences.
I continued, “Todd kept bringing that old stuff up. Saying I had to do something about it. But I just wanted to forget.”