_Anthology - Love Bites

by _Anthology

  “Get your hands off Saada!” Toby cried, before measuring the implications of this statement. The dark hands cupping luscious cheeks fell away as the pair on the purple velvet armchair stopped kissing to look up at him. Toby braced himself to be yelled at, or maybe to have shoes launched at his head. But Saada didn’t yell. She didn’t throw things, either. She simply looked up at him, eyes wide as a calf’s. Then her amazement melted, transformed into understanding, alliance.

  “Jealous, Toby?” Saada asked, turning to reveal a black bra overflowing with more cleavage than it could handle. Who knew that under that hideous green apron, she’d been hiding this beautiful pair of breasts? Mesmerized by the sight of dark lingerie kissing olive flesh, he could barely compute what she’d asked, let alone reply.

  “Huh?” Was it rude to be so fixated on his best friend’s tits? Even if she was half-naked and walking straight toward him?

  Because the floor was so wet, Saada’d slipped her feet back into her heavy boots. Those and the studded collar around her neck starkly contrasted with beautiful lingerie embracing her tits and hugging her hips. She was spectacular, that girl. Why had he never noticed before? Maybe he was jealous after all. Not of Saada, but of Q. Maybe he didn’t want anyone else kissing the girl he cared so much about.

  Now Q was on his feet as well, his jacket abandoned on the chair, deep red shirt unbuttoned midway to his navel. His pants were high and fitted, lending him the air of a tango dancer. Toby’s mouth gaped at the sight of the thick protuberance reaching for freedom from the cage of fabric between Q’s thighs. As the smoking hot man and newly-discovered friend approached, he got the distinct feeling of being a gazelle surrounded by two pumas ready to pounce. And why, exactly, was he backing away?

  When his ass met the plate glass window, there was nowhere else to go. Tall, Dark and Handsome towered over Saada, behind her but not touching her. She reached around Toby’s waist to untie his apron strings. Q’s expert fingers helped unbutton the standard-issue shirt while Saada worked blindly at his belt. She dropped his pants to the floor as Q tossed the top from his shoulders.

  There stood Toby, naked as a cherub under his forest green apron, bare ass pressed against the cold plate glass. Suddenly concerned somebody might see, he glanced upwards to see the hard rain pelting down, running in rivers and streams against the window. The glass was so cold against his ass, it was a miracle his cock remained rock solid. Or maybe not such a miracle, what with the persuasion of the two stunning people before him.

  Like a body with two gorgeous heads, they leaned in until they were so close the aroma of Saada’s coffee-scented skin combined with Q’s spicy cologne. Pulling the green apron up and over his head, she let it fall to the floor before pressing her Lycra-enveloped tits against his undeserving chest. Toby tried to look, tried to stare down into the mysterious depths of Saada’s cleavage, but there was something in the way. No, two somethings. Two pairs of lips descended on his neck. Saada’s hot lips caressed that shadow of a curve while Q ran a scorching tongue all the way up to his ear, tugging on the lobe like a wild thing.

  Throwing his head back in utter delight, Toby launched a hand into Saada’s tightly-ponytailed hair as she sucked relentlessly at his neck. That was going to leave a serious mark! Soon, he was running wicked fingers through Q’s jet black hair as the mysterious man devoured his ear. Hadn’t this hair been soaking wet just a few minutes ago? How was it bone dry now? Where had the evening gone? It was like time had just disappeared.

  Suddenly, Saada was descending, descending, leaving a trail of wet kisses all the way along his chest, along his shuddering abdomen. When she dropped to her knees, Q twisted around to reveal a device of his own invention: clipped to the back of his belt was some version of a coin dispenser, but instead of doling out nickels and dimes, it dispensed condoms and lube. Toby would have laughed at the gadget had the atmosphere not been so sexually charged.

  “Would you care for a mint-flavored condom, Saada?” Q inquired. His best friend’s name had never sounded so beautiful as when spoken by that smooth, deep voice. “Thank you, Q,” she accepted with the grace of a queen. As she tore the wrapper with her teeth, Toby’s cock lunged so hard it nearly punched him in the stomach. Sliding the smooth latex down his solid shaft, Saada was about to press her lips to his sheathed cockhead when he lost sight of her.

  Q had grabbed hold of Toby’s wrists, stringing them up above his head against the windowpane. Straddling his kneeling friend, intense amethyst eyes gazed straight into Toby’s soul as Saada’s silky-warm mouth enveloped his straining cock. The pure pleasure of being both restrained and sucked caused him to leap forward of his own volition. Q’s lean face was closer than ever, his breath hot and heavy, his massive erection veiled by cruel fabric pressing against Toby’s core.

  Toby’s cock felt enormous between the beautiful, moist lips of the lovely punk in the crook of his thighs. She sucked him masterfully, cupping his balls in one hand while she jerked on his rigid shaft. He wanted so badly to see her, to observe this action, but Q was moving in, his dark aura enrapturing Toby, making his mind feel foggy and distant.

  That dark grotto of Q’s mouth summoned Toby’s to open wide, possessed like Ali Baba’s cave. Like the black Sumatran coffee he’d sipped on, his taste was sensual and deep as the centre of the earth. His tongue forced itself upon Toby’s, offering no surrender, no escape. Toby was dying to feel Q’s chest against his own, but with his hands pinned against the glass, there was nothing he could do about that. Nothing he could do but thrust his cock deeper and deeper into Saada’s receptive mouth. Oh, the warmth of that silken room….

  All at once, the two of them fell away and Toby was left standing naked against the plate glass, his jeans around his ankles. Where were they going? Why had they forsaken him? Like some urban version of a quick-draw cowboy, Q unzipped his fly with one hand, snatching a condom from the dispenser with the other. Reaching into his pants, he pulled out the juiciest slab of meat Toby had ever laid eyes on, wrapping it in purple latex. In the deep velvet chair by the fire, Q set himself down, welcoming visitors by slathering his ample cock in glistening lube. When Toby made no move, Saada grabbed him by the curvy cock and dragged him over to the purple chair, to the fully-dressed man whose penis protruded from his pants like a tree sprouting through concrete. Eyes wide and welcoming, she set her lips against his. Softly. Sweetly. That kind of a kiss wasn’t at all what Toby expected from the punk girl. It was sort of…well, sort of nice.

  Then, holding his arms with all her might, Saada pushed Toby backwards, lowering him onto the mysteriously masculine form in the purple chair. A slippery finger greased his hole, rubbing it with lube, massaging his ass with loving care. His hole grasping and gaping, crying out to be stuffed, Toby brought his legs up to kneel on the velvet chair. When he found Q’s stiff dick with his aroused ass, he traced circles around the tip until he was ready to take it in. Pressing down, he let his ass ring envelop that bulging cockhead little by little, until that sheathed tip was held prisoner inside Toby’s clenching hole.

  When Saada slid her hands down his core, all the way down to his surging cock, Toby’s balls quaked like he was going to come there and then. How did he manage not to? He couldn’t figure it out. As his dearest friend grasped his rod, tits bouncing in their bra with every pump, he urged a bit more of Q’s solid dick into his welcoming ass. That’s when Saada leaned in to kiss him again, harder this time, with the force he’d expected before. She was an incredible kisser. The way she kissed made him want to do back flips across a plush lawn, but for the moment, he settled for lowering his body a little further down Q’s rigid shaft.

  All the lube let Toby slide easily up and down his rod, like a well-greased stripper pole. Saada climbed atop their arrangement, letting her black bra and panties fly across the café Her tits poured onto Toby’s chest like a fleshy waterfall, nipples dark and hard. Grasping those beautiful breasts, he brought their lovely mass up to his mouth and traced his tongu
e all around them. Her tits were soft, malleable, warm as hell, culminating in tweaked peaks. He sucked them until she threw back her head and moaned deeply.

  Toby was so turned on by Saada’s reaction, his ass ring loosened the grasp it had on Q’s cock. The mysterious guy was bucking with metronomic control beneath him, firm hands grasping Toby’s thighs. Oh, his ass was glowing with friction by the time Saada guided his mint-sheathed cock into her hot pussy. This was crazy! This was totally nuts! There he was at work, surrounded by glass windows, with a stranger’s cock up his ass, getting fucked by his beautiful best friend. In what world did stuff like this happen?

  With no room to set her long limbs, Saada spread her legs wide open so each of her knees clung to the arms of the velvet chair. She didn’t thrust. She didn’t move. She didn’t have to. Q’s increasingly-frenzied pumping drove Toby’s cock up and into Saada’s scorching cunt. She pulled her dark hair from its binding elastic, letting the waves fall over her shoulders. Leaning back to toss it about, she inadvertently – or maybe not – shoved her bountiful tits into his face. Toby’s cock surged, his clenching muscles making the heat in his ass all the more palpable. Wrapping Saada in his grateful arms, he plunged his nose between her luscious breasts, taking in the sweet and dark aroma of her skin.

  Seizing hold of his flopsy hair, Saada kissed Toby with stellar intensity. Without even moving her body, she somehow managed to clamp her pussy muscles down on his cock, milking that curvy meat while she sucked on his tongue. Oh, there wasn’t much more he could take of this. They’d seemed constrained before, but now there was suddenly more space in the chair. Wrapping him in the searing warmth of her arms, she leaned in close. Toby found the strength to lean Saada back while her legs clung to the armchair for support. She leaned back and back and back, until her head was upsidedown and her hands met the floor. The mountainous landscape of her body made Toby feel like more than a man, like his cock was so huge it might sprout through her belly button.

  Plunging his cock inside the upside-down Saada time after time, he gripped her around the waist, riding hard and fast. Her heavy tits bounced like water balloons. As the rigid cock beneath him plowed Toby’s hole, Saada cried out with abandon in a language he didn’t recognize. Her hot cunt was a vise, ever-tightening its grip on his dick. Oh, this was it. This had to be it! That familiar warmth spread like pee in cold snow from his ass to his thighs, clutching hold of his churning balls. Yeah, this was it. No holding back. Toby thrust into Saada’s warm pussy, grasping her olive cheeks until his whole body went into spasm. Come raced through his shaft like fireworks as he clamped down on the smooth cock in his ass, issuing a few more involuntary thrusts.

  With heroic arms, Toby pulled Saada right-side-up and into a grateful hug. He stayed like that, straining in the warmth of Saada’s beautiful body, for hours, or minutes, or maybe only seconds. Hard to say. She kissed his cheek, his neck, his shoulder, before her whole body froze. Eyes wide as a calf’s, and lashes just as long, Saada glared over Toby’s shoulder like she’d seen a ghost. Her jaw fell wide open. “What the hell?!”

  “What’s wrong?” Toby demanded, never wanting to see this wonderful girl so flustered.

  “Where’s Q? What happened to him?”

  “What do you mean, where’s Q?” Toby laughed. “His cock’s shoved halfway up my ass!” That’s when Toby realized his back was touching velvet. He looked to his sides, in search of Q’s hands, Q’s fitted pants, Q’s…anything! But there was nothing left of the mysterious stranger. Except….

  “What the hell is in my ass?!” Toby cried, jumping from the armchair as Saada hopped from his lap.

  “Omigod, omigod, omigod!” she shrieked, shaking out her hands and running naked in place.

  “Take it out!!!” he hollered, bending over across the coffee table.

  “You take it out! It’s in your ass!”

  “PLEASE?!” Saada made no response except to slide across the floor to Toby’s side. He let his head collapse into his hands, elbows perched on the coffee table. He couldn’t watch. What if it was…who knows?

  The mystery item slipped easily from his ass. “It’s an…arrow?” Saada proposed, holding the phallic silicon item by its red tail flanges. It did look somewhat like a fat, dildo-shaped arrow. And there seemed to be words written across the interior, like a ship in a bottle, but they were blurred by the tremendous amount of lube on the outside. Clearing it away with a napkin, Toby read out the message: “All the best in life and in love.”

  Saada flipped it over and read out the other side. “Struck by Cupid’s arrow.” She looked at Toby, wide-eyed, naked but for her necklaces. “This has got to be some kind of joke. Struck by cupid’s arrow? I mean, who was that guy? Who the hell was he?!”

  Rolling the question over in his mind, Toby suddenly realized, “Q as in….”

  “Q-pid?” Saada finished his sentence. “That’s nuts. There’s no such thing….” Seating herself, naked, on the purple chair across from Toby’s, Saada set the curious dildo upright on the table between them. Q-pid’s arrow? Well, it was said to strike its target in the ass. But anal play wasn’t the first thing that came to mind when Toby conjured up images of cherubic Valentine’s tricksters. From the bizarre dildo, his gaze rose to Saada’s gleaming eyes, the same eyes he’d greeted at the start of every shift, bid goodnight at the end of every evening for over three years. A pang of warmth struck Toby in the heart. His chest expanded with every breath until he couldn’t bear being even three paces away from her.

  Mirror images in the reflective glass pane shielding them from the torrent outside, Toby and Saada rose to their feet. As he stepped around the table, so did she, until he was wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling Saada’s smooth flesh against his. She kissed him – no, they kissed each other – like it was the first time, and suddenly Toby’s heart was too big for his chest. Suddenly, his skin tingled with goose bumps as a warmth like hot coffee flowed through his veins.

  “Thank you, Q-pid,” Saada whispered. Gushing with gratitude, Toby added, “Wherever you are.”

  Contributing Authors

  Camren August Camren August is a Texas writer and artist. She's been writing since she was eleven, and while her interests were originally traditional Harlequin type heterosexual romances, over the years, the course of her work has veered happily in the GLBT direction. During her early twenties, she wrote sold quite a bit of erotica to various magazines, and have just recently begun to submit my work again.

  C.C. Bridges CC would like to say that her writing is influenced by a variety of wild and exotic sexual experiences. It turns out she just has a really good imagination. She writes surrounded by books, spare computing equipment, a very fluffy dog, and a long suffering husband all in the tiny state of New Jersey.

  BA Collins BA Collins lives in Vermont in an old hippie commune with her husband, dogs, cats and horses. When not working as a chemist, she spends time on an old fashioned sailboat and doing medieval and War of 1812 re-enactment.

  Dianne Fox Dianne Fox has been writing nearly as long as she could read. Her first novel was nearly a dozen pages long and featured full-color illustrations by the author. It was about a caterpillar. Years later, she managed to get herself published in several college literary magazines, but she stopped writing due to a traumatic experience she likes to call "graduate school."

  Now that she's finished torturing herself via higher education, she works hard to find the balance between writing, which she loves, and her day job, which she... also loves. More information about her - and her writing - can be found at http://www.foxwrites.com, while her (almost) daily mutterings can be found at http://diannefox.livejournal.com, her journal.

  Erin O'Riordan

  Erin has sold fiction to Playgirl, Hustler Fantasies, and the webzines Clean Sheets, The Erotic Woman, Oysters & Chocolate, and Tassels & Tales, among others.

  Giselle Renarde Canadian eroticist Giselle Renarde is author of The Birthday Gift (Dark Eden Press), short
story contributor to Coming Together: With Pride and Coming Together: Out Loud (Phaze) and poetry/erotica contributor to the upcoming anthology The Longest Kiss: Women Write on Oral Sex (Mojocastle Press). Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two cats who sleep on her head.

  BA Tortuga B. A. Tortuga enjoys indulging in the shallow side of life, with hobbies that include collecting margarita recipes, hot tub dips, and ogling hot guys at the beach. A connoisseur of the perverse and esoteric, BA's days are spent among dusty tomes of ancient knowledge, or, conversely, surfing porn sites in the name of research. Mixing the natural born southern propensity for sarcasm and the environmental western straight-shooting sensibility, BA manages to produce mainstream fiction, literary erotica, and fine works of pure, unadulterated smut.

  With characters ranging from supernatural demons to modern-day cowboys, alternative illustrated men to Victorian dandies, the addiction to history and atmosphere is everpresent, and laced through with sensual pleasure.

  Vic Winter Heat in real life is the bane of Vic’s life, whose favorite season is winter, and Vic’s life is far more mundane than fiction. And when it comes to fiction, the hotter the better is Vic’s motto. Make it romantic, make it sexy, make it erotic, but definitely make it hot. Visit Vic’s in progress website at http://www.stemsandfeathers.org/vwinter/index.html