Blade Dance

by Danica St. Como

  Suddenly, Wallis howled then jammed herself down on Michael’s cock. “Oh, man, Gallo, fuck me baby, fuck me hard!”

  His hands gripped her shoulder blades then he did just that. Fucked her like it was the last time they’d ever do it.

  Wallis went a little crazy. Penetrated by both her men, stretched beyond the limits of her flesh, her pussy and ass on fire, she came in an explosion of burning pain and colossal pleasure. She screamed as “omigod-yes-yes-yes” roared from her lungs. Her damaged leg could have fallen off and landed on the floor for all the difference it made, as she alternately ground her pelvis against Michael’s, then pushed back against Austin’s raging cock. Each orgasm rolled into the next, until she wouldn’t have recognized her own name.

  Austin’s voice sounded cracked and hoarse. “Gallo, man—”

  “I’m right there, Coop, do it now!”

  Both men exploded within her. She didn’t know if it was physically possible, but she was sure she felt every pulse, every drop of cum as their seed blasted into her tight, overstretched channels.

  Austin finally collapsed against her, squashed her between him and Michael.

  “Coop, baby, I can’t breathe.”

  “Sorry.” He pulled out, very carefully. When he could move, he stood, headed for the bathroom. He returned with warm, damp washcloths and hand towels.

  Wallis moaned. “Austin, I’m stuck. My legs won’t work.”

  He lifted her off Michael, helped her to the bed.

  “Pain meds, baby, please!”

  He returned with a couple of capsules and a glass of orange juice. “These are the strong ones. One capsule, or two, max.”

  “Three. Now.” He gave her a raised eyebrow look as he handed her the two. She popped them into her mouth, guzzled the juice.

  Letting her stretch out, using the gentlest touches, Austin wiped Wallis’s body. He took his time, and she relaxed under his ministrations. When he was finished, he tossed another wash cloth and towel to Gallo.

  Michael looked wounded. “What’s wrong, you can’t wipe me down, too?”

  Austin made a rude noise. “It’s your junk, you deal with it.”

  “Yeah, well, you didn’t mind dealing with it before.”

  Austin grabbed the used wet cloth, threw it, hit Michael in the chest.

  Wallis didn’t need to wait too long before the meds began to work. She pulled herself up, propped against a mound of pillows, her casted leg resting in relative comfort.

  She sighed a happy sigh as she gazed lazily at both men. “Oh, wow. That would be so freakin’ hot.”

  Michael gave her a quirky look. “I’m not following. What would be so hot?”

  “The two of you, making out.”

  He rose from the chaise. “You’re kidding, right? Do either of us act gay?”

  The meds were really kicking in, so Wallis grinned. “No, not gay, you homophobic sonofabitch. Two guys, enjoying each other. Think about it. I certainly take pleasure in what you do to me, right? And you enjoy doing things to me. Why not to each other?”

  Austin returned from the bathroom, where he’d dumped the washcloths and towels. “Okay, I heard the tail end of the conversation. From the sound of things, I should probably know the beginning, as well.”

  “I was merely suggesting that maybe my cowboy and my growly Gallo-bear would enjoy having a serious make-out session with each other.”

  That stopped Austin, cold. “I beg your pardon?” He glanced at Michael, who shrugged.

  “Don’t look at me. It sure as shit wasn’t my idea, buddy. You talk to her. Or, better yet, talk to the meds. I think she’s gone cuckoo for Cocoa-Puffs.”

  “Wallis, have you lost your grip? I think Michael is right. You need to lay off the pain pills.”

  “Not at all, I’m feelin’ better by the minute. I’m just saying. I totally get off on everything you guys do to me, right? Right. So, what’s to stop you from getting off with each other? I have sex loads of times with one of you while the other watches, right? Why can’t I watch the two of you? It only seems fair.”

  The men looked at each other in disbelief at the direction the discussion was taking. Austin found his voice first. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  She nodded. “Oh, yeah. The more I think about the two of you gettin’ it on, the hotter I get.”

  Austin shook his head. “I think the meds are definitely doing a number on her brain.”

  Michael continued to stare at her as if she’d gone totally ‘round the freakin’ pipe, which made her giggle.

  “And what would you be doing during this masculine frolic, dare I ask?”

  She slowly spread her thighs, rested her cast on a pillow, and covered her freshly shaved mound with her hand. She pulled her blushing labia apart with two fingers, exposing her still-sensitive clitoris.

  “I guess I’d be obliged to amuse myself.”

  Chapter Five

  Wallis couldn’t believe the words, the suggestions, which poured out of her mouth. Okay, granted, a few years ago, I wouldn’t have even considered the possibility that I’d be living with two men, either. Times and outlooks had certainly changed in her formerly unadventurous little corner of the world.

  Funny thing, she wasn’t joking. While she agreed that it might be the drugs doing the speaking, the more she imagined her men getting physical with each other, and not in a Fight Club fisticuffs sorta way, the hotter she got. Considering that she’d enjoyed an orgasm unlike any in her past life— more like a string of oh-shit boy-howdy orgasms, one immediately after the other—the level of anticipation was rising. Fast.

  Maybe that’s it. Maybe too many endorphins are swirling around my brain, followed by Most Excellent pain meds. Having two cocks hammering into one’s body certainly did weird and wonderful things to a girl’s thought processes. Wow.

  Austin stood, spread legged, arms folded across his chest, his golden hair sparkling in the lamp light. “Bad timing, anyway. We just came. Both of us. Hard. In case you missed it.”

  “Remember who you’re talkin’ too, buddy. I know for a fact you’re both capable of more than once during a hot and heavy session.” Wallis slid off the bed, still naked, parked herself comfortably on the chaise. She grabbed her pillow, slid it under her cast. Oh yeah, the pain meds are definitely doing their thing. Yee-ha, baby.

  Michael continued to stare at her. “You’re goddamned serious about this, aren’t you?”

  She really gave it some thought, for about ten long seconds. “Yeah, I believe I am. You’re both so damned hot, so sexy. I want to watch you. It’s between the three of us. Who else would know? Please, do it for me? Please?”

  Wallis directed her doe-eyes at Austin. She knew he was the easier target, always the first to fold. He was such a sweet, easygoing man, her soft-spoken Texan. Michael, Chicago born, was usually the hard sell. “C’mon, guys. Show me what you can do. Please, please, please?”

  She reached between her legs, petted herself, sucked on her fingers, grinned wickedly. “Please?”

  Michael spoke, his voice stuck on husky. “Wallis, damn it.”

  As she’d hoped, Austin was the first one to make it to the mattress. He rose to his knees at the center of the bed. With a deep sigh that sounded more like a grumble, Michael met him in the middle.

  The two friends lowered their gazes to each other’s chests, not knowing what to do next. Austin moved closer, snaked his hand behind Michael’s head, brought him close. Pulled him into a rough kiss.

  Wallis held her breath. Wow, what a kiss! “Omigod, you are both so awesome, so freakin’ handsome.”

  Two rough and tumble professionals. Scratchy beard growth against scratchy beard growth. Wallis was sure she could come without touching herself. The two men were not only hot, they were scorching fucking hot.

  Michael’s body posture change as he arched toward Austin, taking the alpha position. As their tongues played, Michael moaned, drew Austin closer. His hand dropped, snaked between their
bodies to grip Austin’s cock. As Wallis predicted, Austin’s cock responded, immediately.

  With simultaneous groans, the men pushed their hips at each other, ground their groins together. Each man gripped the other, both sex organs attentive and interested. Arms wrapped around each other, the kissing became more intense, the moans louder. Cock fenced against cock as hard, lean buttock muscles flexed with their efforts.

  Wallis had everything she could do to breathe. Watching her two men together was the most outrageous thing she’d ever done—although being royally fucked by both of them a short time ago had been Number One on her hit parade. Until now.

  As if choreographed, Austin gave in and rolled to the mattress on his back, taking Michael with him. As their breathing efforts became louder, so did Wallis’s.

  Michael draped his black-haired leg over Austin’s golden thigh, took Austin’s cock in hand, and jacked it.

  “Ahh, man, yeah, do that.”

  Encouraged, Michael adjusted his body, lowered his mouth to the blond man’s chest, laved his nipples. He moved his mouth down Austin’s torso, finally reached his sex. He dragged his teeth gently over the corona, tugged on Austin’s testicles.

  Reading Michael’s body language, Wallis held her breath, one palm covering her sex. Would he?

  Michael rolled Austin onto his stomach then pulled his hips up until Austin was on knees and elbows. Austin grabbed the bottle of lube that he used on Wallis, tossed it back to Michael. The dark-haired bear slathered Austin’s ass with lube, broke through the virgin hole with a long, strong finger.

  Wallis’s sex throbbed and clenched as Gallo broke Austin’s cherry.

  Austin moaned. “Damn, man.”

  “Want me to stop?”

  “No.” His forehead hit the bedclothes. “No, don’t stop now.”

  Michael twisted his finger on the in-stroke as he finger-fucked his best friend. When Austin’s body posture relaxed, Michael added another finger, working to stretch the tight muscle. It took some time and coaxing, but suddenly Austin rocked to and fro, working with Michael’s rhythm.

  Obviously caught up in the bizarre moment, Gallo didn’t waste much time with niceties. He slathered more lube on his hard shaft, pressed the crown of his cock head against the tight pucker of Austin’s anus. Austin’s head came up the instant he realized Michael’s intention, but before they could discuss it, Michael pushed his thick cock into the taut opening. He had a good grip on Austin’s hips, thrust forward steadily as he pulled Austin’s butt against his thighs.

  “Fucking dear Christly God in heaven, Jesus, Gallo. You have a freakin’ fence post hangin’ between your legs.”

  Michael didn’t stop, but he did slow down. Then, he hit an easy rhythm as he pumped deep into Austin. “Man, if I knew you’d feel this good before—”

  Wallis was dumbfounded as she realized Michael was actually fucking Austin, even more so to realize she’d buried two fingers deep into her pussy, and was about to come. “Omigod, Michael, fuck him for me. I’m gonna come—come with me! Now!”

  When Michael looked over to see Wallis bringing herself off, he lost what little control he’d kept, and plowed Austin to the hilt. He roared as he shot his load into Austin’s tight canal, the same moment Wallis shrieked as she brought herself to orgasm.

  Michael leaned forward and rested on Austin’s back, as Wallis collapsed back on the chaise, her casted leg falling to the side.

  Austin came up on his hands. “Oh, bullshit. You guys aren’t finished with this.”

  He slid out from under Michael’s weight, pushed the big guy onto his back. He kissed the dark man, long and deep, rolled him onto his stomach.

  “Whoa, fella, what’s up?”

  “My cock is up, that’s what. Fair is fair. My turn.” Austin pulled Michael onto his hands and knees, reached between his legs and caressed his balls. He flipped the cap on the lube, dripped the slippery stuff down the crevice of Michael’s ass. Michael had more hair than Austin, and the massage-like strokes left dark swirls. He took a bit more time with Michael, spreading the cheeks of his ass, massaging more lube into the virgin sphincter. When Michael finally caught his breath, Austin pierced Michael’s hole, and worked his finger deep.

  Michael groaned, dropped his forehead to the mattress. “Mmm, damn, that feels different.”

  Austin looked over at Wallis. She was trying to watch, but she could feel her eyelids grow heavier and heavier. “Girl, don’t you even think about falling asleep. You started this game, and you’ll stay for the ride. Work that pussy. I want to see you play with it. I want to watch you come—and, baby, I’ll know if you try to fake it.”

  Wallis’s eyes indeed opened wider at his forceful tone. Is that my sweet Austin? Giving me orders? She pulled herself together. “Yessir. Aye, aye, Capitán.”

  Austin continued to work his finger, then two fingers, into Michael’s ass. He added more lube, then anointed his own crown and shaft. Michael’s cock was just a hair shorter but thicker. Austin had some serious length to his. And after he pressed his cock head into Michael, breaking through the tight ring, he drove every bit of that length into his friend’s channel.

  Michael’s spine stiffened, and his head rose. “Oh, man, Coop, Jesus sweet Christ. Damn, if Wallis can take you, so can I. Fuck me, man. Grab my balls, and fuck me.”

  To Wallis’s surprise, not only did Michael want to be plowed hard, he was jacking his own cock, which looked rigid again. Christ on a cracker, the man is a damned machine.

  Austin pushed their voyeuristic cruise director. “Wallis, honey, you’re slow to the party. Play with that pussy, work that clit. There’s no way I’m gonna last long with this vise clamped on my dick. I’m gonna come, baby, any minute now.”

  Wallis didn’t know if she had any more to give, but she started it, so she needed to see the thing through. She fingered herself harder than she ever had, nearly to the point of causing pain. My clit is never going to forgive me. As she played, Austin’s thrusts became closer together, looked like he was slamming deeper.

  All of a sudden, Michael roared as he came for the third time.

  “Oh man, oh shit, I can’t hold off, he’s milking me, I can’t wait—” Austin pounded Michael with such force he nearly lifted him off the bed.

  That did it for Wallis. Her pussy exploded with tsunami-like shock waves, as she came for the third and last time.

  ***

  With muscles cramped and complaining, Theo toppled from the flat landscaping boulder he’d been perched on for what felt like hours. Both hands covered his mouth tightly, so he didn’t give himself away with the scream that had been building.

  He’d been grateful to discover that Wallis’s bedroom was on the ground floor, as well as being on the dark side of the house. Using his high-powered binoculars at close range as he perched on the rock, Theo could see most of the action through the ultra-sheer summer drapes covering the windows in Wallis’s room.

  He groped in his pocket for his inhaler, took half a hit, hoped he didn’t overdose and collapse. He’d already used it three times, as his body reacted to the sexual action between the three partners. He’d even forgotten to count, which seriously messed him up.

  Omigod, omigod, omigod. He’d only ever read about the sort of unnatural sexual acts he’d witnessed tonight, studied such things on the Internet. Two men and a woman at the same time. Two men, together? He knew that sodomy was a sin of the worst sort, knew it from experience. He’d been convinced the men in those nasty movies, the porn videos only pretended to be gay. He’d convinced himself what happened on the porn sites was all acting, like WWE wrestling. All choreographed. This was real! What happened tonight, everything he’d seen right in front of him, was real!

  When the overhead light came on in the bedroom, he scuttled to the dark side of the boulder, hands over mouth, binoculars hanging from his neck, His knees folded up to his chest, which pressed the binoculars painfully into his flesh.

  If Theo removed his hands, t
he shriek would fly out of his mouth, then race around in the still night air like the wail of a banshee, resulting in his capture. As it was, he was already hyperventilating.

  Omigod, what if those two men caught him? They would pound him into pulp. They might even try to fuck him to death!

  Deep breath, count to five. Dressed, they were impressive. Naked, they were awesome. Especially the dark guy, the one who looked like a fighter. And their penises, omigod, their penises were so huge. And stiff. And they had orgasms. Three of them. Each. So did the woman. At least, he thought she did. She moaned and groaned and screamed like the whores on the Internet sites when they had orgasms.

  He slid one hand away from his mouth. Counted to five. Took away the other hand. Counted to five. He was under control. He breathed, deeply. I’m all right now.

  A short time later, the overhead light went out in Wallis’s room. Taking what he thought was a huge risk, he climbed onto the boulder again, took another look. As the blond man reached over to shut off the reading lamp, Theo counted all three in Wallis’s bed. She was turned toward the dark man, Michael, her head on his chest, looking as if she was already asleep. He assumed Austin, the blond man, would be spooning against her from the other side.

  They should be exhausted. They won’t hear me leave. My vehicle is quiet, stealthy, not loud and obnoxious like the truck those men drive.

  I’ll be back before they wake.

  Let the real games begin.

  ***

  Both pagers went off well before the trio intended to rise. Wallis opened one eye so she could see what was going on, but she refused to move. Various body parts ached from last night’s excesses, but she’d finally gotten her leg settled. At the moment, she was supremely comfortable.

  Austin shut off both pagers, then left the room to call in. He returned to the bedroom, shoved Michael. “C’mon, sleeping beauty. We gotta go.”