by Mia Moore
I leaned into her, about to sample her lips when Josh spoke. “Don, we are the luckiest guys in the world, wouldn’t you say so?” He puffed a breath, like his mouth was on fire and grinned. “What can I get you to drink?”
Don’s voice was hoarse when he answered. “Uh…beer for me and gin and tonic for Sara, thanks.” He stepped into the room, ambling towards Carrie and I standing next to the fireplace. His eyes never left us but he made the appropriate comment anyway. “Quite a place you have here. It’s lovely.”
Why did I think that the lovely was directed at Carrie and me? I knew we formed quite a complimentary image standing next to each other—Carrie with the smooth dark shoulder length locks above lustrous olive skin and me, blond almost white, Scandinavian hair and alabaster complexion.
“Thanks.” Carrie’s eyes watched Don sidle close to my side, a small inviting smile on her lips.
The air was ripe with anticipation, bordering into the realm of downright arousal. Standing, still with my fingers on the cheek of Carrie’s ass…fingers almost twitching in my desire to cup it and pull her body into me, crush my mouth on hers…Carrie’s sultry eyes, roaming from Don to me, the lower flash of white teeth softly biting her lower lip… her body, so lush and tempting to explore with my hands…my tongue.
At Josh’s soft footsteps, her head turned and smile flashed brilliant on her face. “Darling! Our drinks. You’re such a dear.”
He carried a wooden tray with the drinks, stepping close and smiling at Carrie. Whatever silent communication passed between them, I’ll never know but my guess was that they were pleased at how the evening had started.
Carrie took two of the glasses, icy and dripping condensation and handed one to me. I took a long sip, our eyes meeting over the rim of the glasses. When she was done, she lowered the glass to her breast, pressed it against the fabric covered nipple. With her other hand, she scooped the strap of the negligee from her shoulder and pushed it down her arm.
She removed the icy glass from her breast and shrugged her breast free of the lace covering it. Oh fuck, her bare breast, full and round, topped by the puckered dark nipple, the tip of her tongue gliding slowly over her lower lip, was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen.
Josh cleared her throat, reminding me that he was standing next to us, still holding the tray. It was an invitation, as evident as Carrie baring her breast. I placed my glass on the tray and took hers from her hand setting it down as well.
I could hear Don next to me utter a low ‘whoa’ but my focus was on Carrie’s mouth. That damnable, sweet tongue teasing, her parted lips, but most of all that bare, button nipple like a Hershey’s chocolate kiss on a globe of succulent flesh—I grasped her ass cheek hard and pulled her towards me, tasting her lips, my tongue darting between to savor her mouth. Her breast filled my other hand, kneading and massaging the flesh until my fingertips scraped and teased her small, hard nipple.
Her breath hissed softly through her flared nostrils as she returned the kiss, her mouth hungry for mine while her hands slipped inside the neckline of my dress. Oh God…when she teased my nipple with her fingernail, I groaned into her. My pussy throbbed, ached for her touch, made my legs feel like they were melting.
She pulled away breaking the kiss and breathed her next words. “I need you out of that dress. NOW.”
I felt hands on my back, the zipper of the dress being lowered as Carrie tugged the dress over my shoulders and down. From the corner of my eye I noticed Josh set the tray on the coffee table and return to help his wife. Oh God, all of them were stripping the dress from my body, leaving me only wearing a garter belt, stockings and bra.
The dress fell to the floor and I stepped out of it. Her hands were on my breasts, gazing down at them as she rolled my flesh in her hands. Another tug at my back, and Don had unhooked the bra. Carrie’s hands left my boobs and she led me to the large leather sofa.
It was low but I heard it as I lowered to the cool surface. Josh’s voice, “I love this as a warm-up, watching Carrie with another woman. Especially one as hot as Sara.”
Carrie pushed me gently back onto the surface of the sofa and I lay watching her take the negligee off. She moved slowly, as seductive in her moves as a stripper in a high end club.
From the other side of the room Don commented to Josh, their voices barely audible. “We did a threesome with another woman and it was exciting. Except that the woman was more into girls, if you know what I mean. In some ways, not really a threesome.”
Carrie rose so that one knee was beside me on the sofa and the other was on the floor, and bent over to kiss me once more. Her mouth was small and soft, tongue darting between my lips and flicking quickly from side to side. Oh God, my clit responded to that kiss and tongue movement. This was a prelude to what she planned to do to my pussy.
Her breasts were heavy and warm in my hands as she straddled me, devouring my mouth, trailing kisses down my neck. Her tongue traced a path over my chest to my breast, her hand cupping and tugging the flesh there. Her lips covered the nipple, drawing it into her mouth with such sweet hotness, sending shivers down my spine. My fingers threaded through her dark locks, holding and rubbing her head as she teased and licked my nipple.
I peeked to the side where Don and Josh were standing, watching us. What restraint they both showed—their erections tented the fabric of their pants yet they held their drinks in their hands.
Oh God, Carrie’s lips travelled agonizingly slowly down my body, kissing and licking my midriff and tummy. Her hand slid down my waist and onto my mons. I gasped when her finger slid between the fullness of my pussy lips and touched my clit. “Oh fuck…yes.” My voice was a soft growl that started in my chest as I arched my pelvis, spreading my legs inviting more of her touch.
I longed for more, for her mouth…
She pulled away and rose to her feet. Her eyes were soft slits looking down at me. “Sara.” She reached for my hand and gently pulled me to a sitting position. “Let’s go upstairs. We’ll be more comfortable.”
My heart thundered in my chest and it was difficult to stand, the muscles in my legs feeling like they belonged to someone else. “Carrie.” I put my arm around her waist and head on her shoulder as she walked me to the stairs and up. She had me so fucking turned on, I’d do anything she asked.
Her lips nuzzled into my ear, tongue licking the fold and she whispered. “I’ve got a special treat for you Sara. Something that Josh and I really like.”
“Mmm. Whatever you want. I’m putty in your hands.” I clung to her, rubbing the soft skin at her waist.
Behind us I could hear Josh and Don following closely. She led me to a large room with soft amber lighting, a king sized bed the focal point in the room. Pillows of varying thicknesses and shapes were spread on the red sheet which covered the surface.
I sat on the edge until she alighted, walking on her knees to the centre of what looked like an ocean of sumptuous playground. I turned and lay next to her raising my upper body so that now I was the one on top. Her nipples were firm on my tongue, my hand pulling the satin flesh. She looked down at me a soft smile on her lips, and then looked across the room.
There was a tiny jingle as the belts the guys wore were loosened, the snick of zippers and the rustle of the pants and shirts being removed. It was there as background noise, as I shifted lower on the bed. I pushed her legs farther apart and knelt between them…stayed in that position for a couple of moments drinking in the sight of her naked body.
God, she was perfect, a lush and sensuous Aphrodite waiting for my tongue and hands to worship her. For just a moment, I envied Josh and Don—I wished I had a cock to fuck this woman, drive deep into her core, make her clutch my back, begging for more. Was this a premonition of things to come?
With just the tips of my fingers I traced a line over her bare mons and down along the hollow where her leg and pussy met. She was as wet as me, the burgundy folds of her pussy glistening with slippery lust. I pushed her knees ap
art, spreading her lips, the pearly nub of her clit taunting me as much as I taunted her.
I couldn’t stand it anymore and bent to lick that sweet nub of pleasure, circled my tongue around it, felt her arch into my mouth. She placed her legs over my shoulders, curling her pelvis up and into my face. Her smell was faintly soapy, mixed with a slight musk that I found intoxicating. My lips closed over her clit and I sucked it into my mouth, flicking my tongue along the underside the way I liked done to me. Her moan and fingers in my hair told me she liked it.
She was so wet, moaning…”Fuck me with your fingers…with your hand.”
I licked and sucked her clit like it was a sweet candy while my hand found her opening, fingers sliding easily into her slippery wetness. When she shifted slightly, I sneaked a peek north to find her rubbing Josh’s cock, about to take it into her mouth.
Still driving in and out of her tight hole with the fingers of one hand, I lifted and turned my head to see Don standing next to Josh, his cock a turgid purple shaft that he softly rubbed. I grabbed one of the pillows and tucked it under Carrie’s ass, raising her even higher and closer to my face. I pulled my knees under me and lifted my bottom, inviting Don’s cock.
My pussy ached to be filled but Carrie’s was in front of me, the lips open offering her clit to my tongue. Oh God, when Don’s cock pressed and slid into me, I gasped into Carrie’s cunt. In my mind’s eye I could see the four of us—Josh, his cock filling Carrie’s mouth while Don behind me, thrusting deep rhythmically pushed my mouth back and forth on Carrie’s clit. It was so fucking hot!
Don’s finger stroked my cIit each time he pumped deep into me. I was so close to coming and from the way Carrie moaned, almost babbled onto Josh’s cock, so was she. Waves of lust, sinful lust spread from my cunt to my mouth, lapping and sucking Carrie with wild abandon.
“Let’s take a break.” Josh’s words barely registered so caught up as I was in the decadent debauchery. But Carrie edged away from me, leaving me slack-jawed with cheeks wet from her arousal. Even Don paused and then withdrew. What the fuck? I exhaled loudly and looked at Josh.
“Sorry Sara. Let’s prolong this. We’ve got all night, right?” Josh flashed a broad smile at me and stepped back from the side of the bed.
Carrie was grinning broadly when she looked at him. “You devil. I know what you want.” She scooted off the bed and rummaged in her closet for a few seconds. When she turned to face Don and I, she had an object I’d never seen before.
Chapter 5: The Heat of The Moment
“This is the surprise I told you about.” She held it out in front of her like it was some kind of offering.
“I’m going downstairs and bring up fresh drinks for us. The play has just begun and we’re going to need them.” With a short laugh Josh was headed for the bedroom door. It was a view I had a hard time tearing my eyes away from—the tight muscles of his ass, long lean legs, all supporting a back as wide as a fullbacks.
I turned to face Carrie, who had taken her husband’s place standing by the bed. “What is it? It looks like a dildo but…” If it was a dildo, it was a pretty realistic looking cock, flesh colored even, about seven inches long with the girth of an English cucumber. But what the hell was around the base and what was with the straps?
“Ooo Sara. You’re going to love this. It’s a strap on. But not just any strap on. This one has a special attachment that vibrates your clit while you fuck your partner.” She held it out for me to take it.
“Holy fuck. I’ve got to see that in action.” Don’s eyes were as big as marbles as he eased off the bed to stand next to Carrie.
The cock was firm with a little pliability but it was the vinyl flap of fabric at the base and the small flat vibrator encased in it that really had my attention. I gasped when it began to whir under my fingers. Carrie was grinning down at me, her eyebrows high.
A smile spread over my face and a twinge of pleasure shot through my pussy. “Oh my God. That’s some motor in there. I can’t imagine that touching me for long before I’d come like thunder.” I looked up at her again, noticing that Don stood so close to her that their hips grazed each other.
He was grinning almost in awe at the toy, with probably no thought in the world of touching her but it caused me to stop and really look at him standing so close to Carrie. Suddenly, I wanted him to kiss her. Not only kiss her, but feel her breasts, taste her pussy. I had done this and I wanted to share this with him.
“Carrie, would you mind if Don kissed you?”
Don’s eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped open. Carrie also looked a little surprised at first, the attention diverted from her toy, but she turned and put her arms around his neck. It was Carrie who initiated the kiss, who reached for his cock and softly rubbed it in her hand. There was a sharp intake of breath from Don when she did this and his hand raised to hold and fondle her breast. His other hand cupped her pussy before his fingers dipped in and caressed her furrow.
It was erotic and mesmerizing to watch my guy so hard and excited by another woman. I could only smile.
There were thuds on the stairs and a few seconds later Josh entered the room once more carrying the tray of drinks. He stopped and a wide grin seized his mouth when he saw Carrie kissing Don.
There was just a small peak of his crotch, hidden as it was by the tray but I noticed his cock become firm. When he set the tray down, I stared unabashedly at his package. He glanced at me and walked over, so hard that you could hang a flag on that pole.
He was about the same size as Don, seven inches or so but the head of his cock was spear shaped, not a mushroom cap like Don’s. Whereas Don’s pointed so far north that it grazed his tummy, Josh’s hung straight out and his pubes were completely shaved, even his balls.
When he stood next to me, that beautiful ‘different’ cock was next to my cheek. I set the strap-on aside and with just my finger tips I touched it, softly rolling my fingers over the head of it. I glanced up at his face to find him watching me, his blue eyes hooded and lips parted. He touched my breast and then played with my nipple. Oh fuck. Would the sexiness of this evening ever end? I hoped not. As for his idea to cut the action earlier, I was all in now. The longing fullness, the wet ache in my cunt was the most erotic feeling that could go on and on and that would be just fine.
I looked at Don to see how he was taking Josh touching my tit and me toying with another man’s cock. He glanced at me and smiled. But that wasn’t enough. He added a nod and then a low growled command. “Suck him, Sara.”
Oh God, I swear I had a small orgasm when he said that! It was dirtiest, filthiest thing I’d ever been told to do, and I LOVED it!
To add to the heat of the moment, as I clutched Josh’s thick cock, almost diving, salivating to suck that glorious ‘different’ shaft, Josh added his command to Carrie. “Get down on your knees and deep throat that dick, Carrie. Show him what a cock hungry cunt you can be.”
Oh Jesus! I fell to my knees as if I’d also been commanded and took that thick tool of lust into my mouth, my eyes watering as I lowered centimeter by centimeter onto it…tongue swirling…cheeks hollowed to suck it hard. It was like I was a porn star in an X-rated, hell triple X rated movie.
I glanced to the side and saw Carrie next to me, her hands around Don’s cock, rubbing him in time with each nose dive into his groin. His hands fisted her hair, pulling her deeper onto him. I swear I could see the depth the way her throat seemed to expand.
But I also had my hands full, plus my mouth! I bobbed up and down on Josh’s cock, but it seemed I couldn’t take all of him in without gagging when the tip brushed my throat. Maybe it was because his shaft had a pointy end? I tried to make up for it with my hand movements.
His hands were on the sides of my head, stopping me. I looked up at him and he smiled. “Let me do the work. Just breathe through your nose and try to relax. I’ll fuck your mouth, slowly.”
A hand on my arm, stroking softly, reassuringly and I turned to see Carrie wink. This had
to be something that Josh liked—rather than getting sucked off, he liked to fuck a mouth.
I held his balls cupping them in the palm of my hand as he pushed forward easing slowly deeper…deeper…until he grazed the back of my throat and beyond. Breathe hissed through my nostrils and I willed my muscles to loosen. His thumbs rubbed my temple, in silent approval. I could feel his balls constrict and the next thrust was faster, but I was okay with this.
Would he come in my mouth or would he stop the playing, ask that we take a break? He was giving no sign of easing up, actually the opposite. Beside me I heard Don groan, heard Carrie’s hand slap against his tummy as she gobbled his cock. He was close to coming…and in a final deep thrust Josh beat him to it.
Oh God, the fullness in my mouth and throat when he shot spurt after spurt deep into me, his back arched, hands pressing my face. It seemed to go on forever before he jerked back from me, the sensation becoming too overpowering.
I turned my head, his cock oozing the last drops of his orgasm on my cheek, and saw Don lost in glory. Tears flowed freely down Carrie’s cheeks, mixing with the cum that dripped from the corners of her mouth. He pulsed once, twice, three times into her before pulling her head away from him.
She turned and smiled at me before leaning over and kissing me. Her lips were on my neck and then nuzzling my ear as she whispered, “Our turn now.”
Chapter 6: Saddle Up!
Josh turned away and got two of the drinks from the dresser where he’d placed the tray. He handed one to me and one to Carrie. “Here you go, you’ve earned it.”
I stood up and took it from his hand. After a long cold sip, I stepped close to Don and kissed him. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me afterwards could only be described as awestruck, bordering on adoration.