A Whole Lotta Love

by Sahara Kelly

  Even though Steve hadn’t done anything sexual himself, he felt relieved. Ava had let him share her pleasure. The taste of his blood on his lower lip was proof of her ecstasy.

  A smile passed between them. Nothing more was needed.

  A sudden movement and a whimper brought them both back to earth.

  Looking at the bed, Steve saw the blonde crying, the Asian woman behind her. She was wearing the strap-on and fucking the blonde woman—anally. It was a surprisingly harsh moment, where the threshold of pain and pleasure were blurred and crossed.

  “Oh, more…harder.” The blonde’s skin was flushed red and the Asian woman reached forward, grabbing the blonde locks like the reins of a horse. Reaching between her legs, and desperate to let go again, the blonde’s fingers massaged and tugged at her pussy.

  “You like getting fucked hard, bitch.” The words were rough and cutting.

  “Oh, yes, harder, harder.”

  Pulling her hair with one hand and holding onto a hip with the other, the Asian woman hammered hard into the blonde’s ass. Tears fell from the blonde’s eyes, splattering on the silk sheets.

  Shocked, Steve sat back and sucked in a breath.

  Ava climbed from his lap back onto the bed. Taking the blonde woman’s face between her hands, she kissed her, stifling the blonde’s whimpers.

  “Oh, Ava…it hurts—” Another thrust made her wince. “It hurts, but…oh, God, it feels so fucking good.” The confusion added to the intensity of the moment. The blonde was painfully losing herself in a climactic flood of emotions and Steve watched as they chased themselves across her face.

  “It’s okay.” Ava kissed her sweaty forehead. “Let it go.”

  The Asian woman sank the long, black toy to its full depth, causing the blonde woman to cry out. With a sob, she shuddered and came, every muscle flexing and shaking. Her juices flowed from her and squirted from her body, a response to the magnified power of her orgasm.

  Steve sat, mouth agape, with a hard-on the size of the Eiffel Tower, and a seriously nagging urge to become a three-course meal for these women.

  “Hey, Steve. I’m here to save you. Why not come with me?” A soft voice sounded in Steve’s ear.

  Uhh, how about no? Much more of this and I’ll “come” with a burst of wind hitting my dick.

  He turned to see Jennifer smiling hungrily at him. She slid her hand over his chest and just brushed his cock with her fingers.

  He gritted his teeth.

  She laughed. “This room does seem to have quite an effect on our male guests. We make sure the shy ones come in here first. It loosens them up.”

  Steve stood painfully and glanced at the bed once more. “I can see why.”

  The three women still writhed, having removed the strap-on from the Asian woman. She was now getting her own pussy sucked as Ava’s long fingers fucked her and other hands squeezed her breasts.

  Steve looked at them, appreciating the glorious picture their tangle of limbs made against the rumpled white sheets.

  If the United Nations worked this way, there’d be world peace in no time flat. “Mr. Chairman. The delegate from the Ming Islands requests permission to nail the delegate from Outer Bugaboo up the ass…”

  “Steve?” Jennifer’s hand was clasping his wrist, tugging at him. “C’mon. There’s more to see. And more to do…”

  Chapter Ten

  Lissa grinned as she walked away from Steve, noting his hesitant peek into the lesbian room. He probably couldn’t get into much trouble in there. He had the wrong equipment. But he might enjoy himself, and that was pretty much what they were here for. To enjoy themselves in a uniquely free sexual environment.

  She paused at the next doorway and looked inside. Aha. The Toy Room.

  Several bookshelves were covered with an assortment of sexual toys, everything from the simplest of vibrators to the most complex of electronics. There were even some uniquely beautiful glass dildos, shining in their nooks and presented like Old Masters in a very exclusive museum.

  A low hum sounded beneath the soft beat of some rock music, and Lissa saw a variety of people doing a variety of things with a variety of toys. Not all were women, there were men sporting cock rings, couples sharing what looked like rather intricate pieces of modern art and even the soft static crackle of what Lissa knew was called a Violet Wand.

  Her eyes widened as a lightning-quick flash of light sparked from a bare breast. The woman lay supine on a table covered with black drapery, and above her loomed a man holding a longish tool with a point on one end. A cord spiraled from the other end of the device, and he smiled as he brushed the point over the woman’s flesh.

  She moaned and writhed as little sparks danced over her nipples and down her belly.

  Lissa wrinkled her nose. No, thanks. She’d pass on the Toy Room. Her experiences with her own toy were too recent and a little too embarrassing to relive in front of a bunch of strangers.

  She walked on towards the end of the corridor and the archway that led from it. The sound level was rising, a thudding of rhythms that seemed to echo the pulse of sexuality throbbing through the house.

  And throbbing through Lissa’s body. Being nearly naked, walking barefoot around a strange house and confronted with uninhibited nudity in all its glory, well…it was unique. A sexual festival, celebrating the most basic instinct of humanity. Only here, the goal wasn’t to reproduce, it was to have a damn good time.

  Goddamn it. We live in one fucking narrow-minded society.

  Thoughts of global strictures disappeared from Lissa’s head as she rounded the corner and passed beneath the arch into…into what?

  Holy fucking shit. It’s the Garden of Eden.

  With a definite twist.

  Lissa had found her way into what some might call a sunroom, others a greenhouse. She knew it was probably called a conservatory in this kind of classy setup. Massive windows soared from floor to ceiling, dark now, and twinkling with droplets of condensation.

  At one end, a huge bubbling stone tub wafted steam into the heated air, and it overflowed into a small swimming pool. All around it, and filling a good portion of the rest of the room were plants…green, lush vines and palm fronds, interspersed with pots of brightly colored something-or-others.

  The floor was warm amazingly enough, finished with Spanish-looking tile, and as Lissa entered there was a shriek of glee from a man standing on the small diving board.

  He bounced and executed a perfect dive. And he was buck-naked. If she’d been scoring him, she’d have given him a nine point five for the dive and at least a ten for his body.

  Her jaw slowly dropped as she looked around. The room was overflowing with an assortment of the most beautiful naked men she’d ever seen. Muscles gleamed, cocks bobbed, asses clenched and relaxed—it was poetry, visual poetry, and it took Lissa’s breath away.

  “Holy shit.” She whispered the words aloud.

  “Lovely, isn’t it?” A firm arm slipped around her waist, and she turned to see a man smiling down at her.

  “Uhh…” Lissa blushed. “I didn’t mean to stare…”

  “No, darling, go ahead. Stare away. We like our efforts to be appreciated. By anybody.” He grinned happily.

  “Your efforts?”

  He nodded. “Yep. Most of us belong to the same health club. We work out.”

  Lissa’s eyes wandered over the naked bodies. “I’ll say.”

  His laugh was infectious. “Couldn’t tell, could you?” He hugged her. “We always ask Jennifer if we can have this room. We love these parties. So…free. We can just be us, you know?”

  “Yeah.” She blinked. “I know what you mean.”

  “I’m Randy, by the way.”

  Lissa couldn’t help glancing down at his swollen and very healthy-looking cock. “No kidding.”

  He laughed again. “You’re a hoot. I like you.” He urged her further into the room. “Come play with us.”

  “But…I’m…I mean…you’re…” Lissa�
�s words stuttered to a shocked standstill.

  Randy smiled. “Oh, we won’t fuck you. That’s not our choice. But it doesn’t mean we don’t like you. Or women in general. We like ‘em. Even love a few of ‘em. In the purest sense though.” He tugged her after him. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

  ~~~~~

  What the hell could he show her that she hadn’t already seen? It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that this was the gay room, or garden, or whatever. That these beautifully honed bodies were going to be pleasuring each other.

  As they moved through the foliage and past a table loaded with fruits, Lissa bit back a chuckle. This whole place was loaded with fruits.

  “I know. Cute touch, isn’t it?” Randy had noticed her amusement.

  “It is. You know, I can’t get over how…open you are with this.” She nodded around her. “Like the lesbian room, too. It’s all—sort of in your face type stuff.”

  “You were expecting dark and shadowy rooms full of groping, gasping heteros?” Randy’s eyes crinkled as he smiled.

  “Yes. No. Maybe.” She sighed. “I really didn’t know what to expect.”

  There was another round of applause as another diver demonstrated his skills, but not quite so effectively, since he managed to splash several of his audience members—and their members. There was laughter, booing, lots of extraordinarily dirty comments about the reason for the splash and Lissa grinned.

  A frat party. A gay frat party. The fraternity that only accepted gorgeous, cover-model look-alikes. Man, this was some kind of fantasy heaven. Sadly, it was a look-but-don’t-touch heaven. Well, hell. Nothing was perfect. Not even this particular heaven.

  “Darlings, look who I’ve found. A playmate.” Randy stopped at a chaise lounge, where two men lolled and sipped things with umbrellas in them.

  They both smiled, dazzling Lissa for an instant. Sheesh. Even their goddamned teeth were perfect.

  She smiled back. “Hi. I’m Lissa.” And I’m so not going to drop my eyes below your necks.

  “This is Stan, and this is Roger.” Randy waved his hand over appropriate heads. “Stan can bench press more than the rest of us. It’s his only claim to fame.”

  Stan’s golden hair shook as he chuckled. “That’s not what you said earlier, Randy darling.” He sighed dramatically and clutched a hand to his heart. “How quickly they forget.”

  Roger stood and reached over to the table. Lissa forgot her promise to herself, and looked. Oh, my. Another really, really nice cock jutted out from smooth skin, balls swinging contentedly beneath. “Here, sweetie. Try this. I just whipped up a batch in the blender.”

  Lissa dragged her gaze off his crotch and studied the glass. “Umm…”

  “It’s okay. Nonalcoholic. Mostly fruits.” Roger encouraged her. “There is wine available, but we have a sort of unwritten rule. Alcohol and pools aren’t really a good mix, so most of us stick with the healthy stuff.” He raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow as his eyes twinkled at her. “And the fun stuff.”

  She couldn’t help it. She laughed back. These guys were…flat-out adorable. One sip of the drink and she hummed her delight. “Oh, shit, Roger—this is fabulous.”

  “Sit, darling.” Randy squeezed her onto the chaise between himself and Stan. “Enjoy. Look around. Ask questions. We love to share. We love to have fun. Why keep it to ourselves?”

  “Okay. Yes.” Lissa drank some more. And couldn’t think of a single thing to ask, or even to say. She was sitting between two gorgeous naked men, with a third standing too close for comfort. And his crotch was shaved bare, too.

  Roger smirked. “I know what you want to ask.”

  “You do?”

  “Yep.” He winked at Randy.

  Randy winked back. “And I bet I know why.” He leaned over and quickly whisked up the front of Lissa’s robe, dropping it back down almost immediately, and giving a hugely theatrical shudder. “Oh, God, darlings. Foliage.”

  Lissa blinked. “Huh?”

  “Hair. Pubes. Bush.” Randy fanned himself. “That god-awful stuff that gets stuck between one’s teeth at totally the wrong moment.”

  Okay. This was real high on the weird scale. “Um.” Lissa sought refuge by finishing her drink. She sucked in a breath. “Well, seeing as you brought it up, yeah.”

  “We depilate, sweetie. We happen to like it, the feel of it. I even had a Brazilian wax job once, or whatever you want to call it. A bit icky, and it smarts something fierce, but the results? Aaaahhh.”

  Stan ran a hand over his baby-smooth groin. “Honestly, Lissa. It works real well. You should try it.”

  Lissa shook her head. If anybody’d told her she’d be sitting with three naked men and discussing bikini waxing, she’d never ever have believed it. “Maybe I will sometime.”

  Stan’s hand strayed to Roger’s silky bare crotch. “See? No nubbies.”

  “Well, I should hope not. The day this is referred to as a nubbie, I shall end it all.” Roger’s hand covered Stan’s and moved it to his cock.

  The air around the group changed from lighthearted to erotic in an instant. Lissa felt a little shiver of excitement run through Randy, and it transferred itself to her. Watching those two strong hands caressing that beautiful cock…well, it was arousing. So sue me.

  Randy moved closer. “Let’s play.” He looked into Lissa’s eyes. “Together.”

  ~~~~~

  “Toys, my dears. Where’s our toys?”

  Lissa found herself tugged into an alcove, surrounded by greenery. There was a high bench in it, covered with several puffy cushions, and to one side a shelf with an assortment of things on it, amongst which Lissa recognized condoms.

  “Um, guys? I don’t…how…what…” Lissa was confused. Stan and Randy were sheathing their cocks, stroking themselves, and Roger was rearranging the pillows.

  “We’re gonna ‘rodger’ Roger.” Stan grinned. “And you’re going to help.”

  “Here.” Randy passed her a hand.

  “Yikes.” She jumped and nearly dropped it.

  “Careful. That’s expensive.” Randy curled her fingers around it. “Ever seen one of these before?”

  Lissa shook her head. It was a very lifelike hand, made of some fleshy plastic stuff. Protruding from the palm was a short vibratory-looking pointy thing.

  “It’s a butt plug. The latest model.” He turned it over in his hand. “See? This gets inserted…” He pointed to the vibrator. “And you turn it on here.” He pressed the little fingertip.

  The whole thing started thrumming, and the fingers moved slightly in Lissa’s grasp. “Oh. My. God.” She stared at it, fascinated.

  “Now.” Stan helped Roger as he leaned over the bench, resting his torso on the cushions. “The three of us are going to have a wonderful time for ourselves. And you, darling…”

  Lissa looked at them. Oh, shit. No way in hell was she gonna ram this up her ass.

  Randy giggled. “Your face. It’s a picture. Wish you could see your expression right now.”

  Lissa choked.

  “No, sweetie. It’s not for you. It’s for me.” Randy took it from her and spread a generous amount of lubricant on it from a tube he’d grabbed off the shelf. When it was covered to his satisfaction, he passed the tube to Stan.

  “You’ll be the cream cheese on top of us bagels. The butter that decorates the crumpets. The frosting—if I may be pardoned the analogy—on us cupcakes.”

  “And soon, please…” The whisper came from Roger. He was bent over the bench, with Stan applying lubricant to his ass. “Oh, God, that’s good.” He writhed and closed his eyes, muscles sliding beneath his shining skin.

  “Yes, hurry up, Randy.” Stan moved closer, spreading lubricant on his sheathed cock. “I’m getting hot for this love hole.”

  Randy laughed. “Darling, any hole is a love hole for you.” He turned to Lissa. “Stand behind me, sweetie. I’ll show you what to do.”

  Lissa swallowed. She was committed. She was he
re to explore sexuality, and she liked these guys. They certainly weren’t going to rape her, or even fuck her, so what did she have to lose?

  “Okay.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Randy took the plug from Lissa’s hands and passed it to Roger. “Do me, darling.” He turned his back, facing Lissa, and biting his lip with delight as Roger inserted the plug.

  “Oooh. So nice. So smooth.” He sighed. “I want you to stand behind me, love. Press that lovely body of yours against my back. Can you do that? Will you do that?”

  His eyes were so soft and friendly. How the hell could she say no?

  “Of course.”

  He smiled, his cock lengthening as Roger finished inserting the butt plug. “Nearly ready. Oh, God, strike that. I am ready.” He shivered. “Just one thing.”

  His hands reached for the tie of her robe, and Lissa glanced nervously up at him.

  “Don’t be scared. I just adore the warmth of another person’s skin against mine. Do you mind?”

  She swallowed. “No. Sure. Go ahead.” I’m out of my mind.

  Randy gently untied the knot and let the two sides of Lissa’s robe fall free, exposing her to his gaze. “Oh, lovely. Truly lovely.”

  Something inside Lissa melted. She was being appreciated by a gay guy, and she felt he meant every word of it. Perhaps that was why she was so comfortable with them. There was no competition, no criticism—not of her, anyway. There were none of the dynamics found when women interact with each other. No need to be perfect, better, younger or thinner. None of that.

  It was a simple appreciation of her body and Lissa relaxed. “What shall I do?”

  Stan reached for his cock and rubbed it against Roger’s ass. “We’ll do it all. Just be here for us. With us.”

  “Share and share alike, darling…” Roger’s words faded as Stan pressed forward, nudging himself between Roger’s butt cheeks.

  Randy turned around, the hand protruding from his ass. He faced Roger, but spoke to Lissa. “Come close now. Against me. Hold the plug in with your body. Tightly, darling. Sometimes my muscles get a little too excited. I don’t want to lose it at the wrong time.”