by Pike, Leslie
“So, I was thinking—”
“Oh no,” says Paul.
“I was thinking about your situation and how I could help.”
“What situation is that?”
“You’re in an unusual position. You have this free pass to, shall we say, explore your options. But I don’t really think you know how to proceed. So I’m going to help you.”
“How’s that?” Paul has a look on his face that tells me he doesn’t really want to hear my answer.
“Ok, don’t freak out when I tell you.”
“Oh, fuck me,” he says.
I want to laugh. The waitress returns with our drinks. She leaves without a word.
“Ok, remember when BB said she wanted a PBF sandwich?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Do you know what that meant?”
“Not really. I know it was sexual, but that’s as far as I got. I was too interested in looking at her body. What did it mean?”
“It meant she was interested in a Paul…Barrie...Finn threesome.”
He just stares at me. I can’t decide if he’s about to hit me, scream at me or laugh.
“Before you say no, let me explain,” I say.
“I’m not interested in having your balls in my face, brother. You’ve got to be kidding me,” Paul says.
That makes me laugh and encourages me. He didn’t say no.
“I get it. But hear me out, I know you’re wanting in one department. And by the sound of it, only one. You’re inexperienced. You don’t know a damn thing about pleasing a woman. Or for that matter, being pleased by a woman. Would you agree?” I say.
“We both know that’s true.”
“Ok then. Here’s what I’m thinking. We’ve got a beautiful sexy woman who is not only willing, but anxious to fuck us both. The thing is, she wants us both at the same time. She’s not interested in a relationship. And she’s not interested in what we do to each other. She only cares about what we do to her.”
He’s taking everything I’m saying and rolling it around in his mind.
“I wouldn’t want to touch you, or fucking kiss you, or…” he says with a disgusted expression.
“Good, because I have no intention of doing anything like that. But think of it. This will be a Master Class for you. You watch how I do things, and you’ll never doubt yourself with women again. That’s it. That’s my proposal,” I say.
“What about the size of my dick? Did you tell her?”
“I did. You should have seen her face. It was as if Santa Claus was coming to town.”
“Oh.” He looks a little happy now.
“I’ve got just one question, Paul. Are you ready?”
* * *
It’s five fifty-eight, the fourth of July, and Paul and I are standing outside BB’s front door. Little beads of sweat are on his forehead and upper lip. He’s visibly nervous, and I don’t think I’m the only one who’ll notice. But that won’t deter BB. I’ve only known her for a few days, and I know that much. He took a half hour shower, and he’s about as clean as a man can be. I bet his asshole smells like roses. He’s not smiling or talking. But I’m pretty sure he’s talking to himself, inside his head. I’ve given him the tequila to hold, just so he has something to do with his hands.
“What’s in the bag?” he asks.
“BB’s requested items. Chocolates, waxed dental floss, cards.”
He looks scared.
“Dental floss? What the hell’s that for?’ he asks.
“I have no idea.”
“Shit.”
His expression looks like I’ve just told him he’s about to have his fingernails pulled out.
“I meant to tell you to Google some porn on your iPad. That would have helped you get the lay of the land,” I say.
“Now you tell me this?”
The door swings open, and there stands our lovely BB. She wears short shorts and a white tank top. An elegant looking pendant hangs around her neck. She’s barefoot, and her toenails are red. Her hair is curly and loose.
“Hello, darlin’,” I say.
“Hi, boys. Come in.”
We walk into her den of iniquity. Her seductive man trap. It looks just like our condo next door, but she’s softened it with scented candles and sexy music. The couches have been pushed back, to make room in front of the fireplace. There’s a large green velvet comforter on the floor, with big cushy pillows all around. Silky throws are tossed over the backs of the couches.
BB walks over to Paul and slowly puts her arms around his neck. She brings him to her for a kiss. He doesn’t try to stop her. I take the bottle from his hand. A man needs two hands to kiss a woman properly. He seems to be doing a bang-up job. I put the tequila and the bag of tricks on the wooden dining table. BB breaks from Paul’s embrace and makes her way to me.
“Now you. Hello,” she says.
I take her in my arms and welcome her luscious kiss. When we part, she smiles her approval.
“Let’s start the games. Strip Poker anyone?” BB says.
“What an inspired idea,” I say.”
“What about you, Paul? You interested?” BB asks.
“Of course. Let’s play.”
I’m so proud of him. Like he’s my little slugger, who just stepped up to the plate for the first time.
“Let’s go over the rules,” she says.
We wait for our instructions.
“The losing hand removes one article of clothing. The last to remove their clothes is the winner, and they get to choose what they want done to them, and who they want to do it. Just to start things off. Agreed?” asks BB.
Both Paul and I answer at once. “Agreed.”
“One more thing,” BB says. “We’ll start with a shotski, and each time one of us comes we’ll have another.”
Oh shit. I’m fucked.
“Maybe I’ll stay with water. You two have the shots,” I say.
“No. Those are the rules,” she says.
“What’s a shotski?” asks Paul.”
BB points to the wall by the fireplace. “See that single ski, with the three shot glasses attached? We all take a shot of tequila at the same time. It’s fun.”
“I’m in,” Paul says.
“You sure you want two drunk men in your bed?” I say, hoping she’ll rethink her game plan. I make a gesture of a deflated cock.
She walks over to Paul and runs her hand up and down the front of his pants. I see the outline of his dick, as it grows with her touch. Christ. It looks like the man’s got a python in there. When she gets to the tip, she teases it with her middle finger. He looks like he’s about to pounce.
“Honey, I don’t think Paul will have any problem getting it up, drunk or sober. And from the reputation that’s preceded you, you won’t either.”
Fuck me. Well. I guess I can take a few shots for the team. But when this ends, so will my drinking. I’ve worked too hard to mess things up now. My will is greater than my desire.
BB retrieves the shotski, we hold it while she pours us each a shot, then at the count of three, lift it to our mouths and drink. Oh, how I’ve missed that sweet nectar.
“Ok! Let’s play,” I say.
Chapter Eight
Paul
Here we sit. I’m at the head of the table, with BB to my left and Finn to my right. Thankfully, Finn advised me on my wardrobe for the evening. I was going to wear jeans, but he said I’d want something loose and easy to remove. Thank God he knew what he was talking about, because I would have fractured my dick as soon as she touched it, and it had nowhere to grow. Three minutes into my threesome, I would have been on the sidelines, out with an injury. My erection still hasn’t gone down.
But in an interesting development, I’ve gone from total terror, to just eager and anxious. Ok. So far so good. I’m just going to completely avoid looking at my friend’s junk for longer than his sexual tutorials require. I’ll concentrate on what I can do to please BB. And what BB can do to please me.
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br /> “I’ll deal,” she says. She takes the deck of cards from the bag and starts to shuffle.
“What’s the dental floss for?” I ask.
She smiles like the Cheshire Cat. “You’ll find out soon enough. But I will tell you this. You’re going to be the one to do it to me Paul, and I’m going to come all over you when you do.” She squirms in her chair.
As she’s dealing the hand, my head’s about to explode. I want to beg her to do it to me right now. Whatever it is. I just want her to come all over me. I’m screaming inside my head. “Bring out the floss!” My cock just got harder. I touch myself, just to make sure the beast is still caged. I look at my cards. I’ve got an Ace, two three’s and a King. This doesn’t look good. I don’t care in the least. Win or lose, I’ll rip my clothes off right now. Just give me the word.
“I’ll take three,” Finn says calmly. He’s so cool about this whole thing.
“Two for me,” I say. I’m hoping for another three, or an Ace, but I really don’t give a shit.
“I’m good,” BB says.
We both know we’re screwed already. She deals out our cards. “Ok gentlemen, show your hands.”
“I’ve got a pair of Jack’s,” Finn says.
“I’ve got three three’s,” I say.
She turns her cards to us. She’s got a straight.
“Finn, you’re up,” she says.
I can see Finn has no hesitation in being the first to remove some clothes. He’s actually enjoying it. He stands and moves back so she can see the show.
“What do you want, baby? Pants? Shirt? How about both?”
She wags her finger at him. “Let’s not rush. We can go all night as far as I’m concerned. The night will end when you beg for mercy. Or when there are white flags attached to your cocks and they’re waving. For now, take off your shirt. Let me see what’s under there.”
Her hand goes to the pendant around her neck. She detaches it and presses the end. It starts vibrating. Oh shit! She wears a fucking vibrator as jewelry. She smiles at our reactions, as she lowers it to her pussy.
“My Vesper,” she says.
As Finn watches her. He looks down at his crotch, then at BB. He’s serious when he speaks to her.
“They’ll be no begging here. Unless it’s you begging us to stop. And from here on in, know that your mouth will never be closed. Let me show you one of the reasons why.”
He stands and walks away from the table. He removes his shirt. He’s not in any way dancing, but he’s moving in compliment to Rhianna’s “Rude Boy”, that plays so appropriately in the background. No doubt he can get it up, as the singer asks. BB is watching him impatiently. The vibrator is working its magic. I’m not sure if it’s because of what’s she’s doing or what she’s seeing. Both I guess. I know it’s affecting me. He has a good body. I say that with no desire to sample it myself. But it’s impossible not to have some kind of physiological reaction. He’s lean, but muscular and solidly built. He’s got a six pack and he wears his pants low, which shows the path to what BB’s waiting for.
She watches every move, then gets up, sets her Vesper down and walks over to Finn. As he takes her in his arms, he grabs a handful of her hair, and forces her head back. He kisses her, and she’s a willing partner. He releases her hair and the embrace, and she glides her fingertips over his chest, kissing each nipple. Looking down at the waist of his pants, she pulls it open, then moves her hand inside.
“Baby, what’s that you’ve got there for me?” BB asks. Her expression shows surprise.
“A Jacobs Ladder. Ever seen one?” he asks.
“No.”
“Let me show you.”
Finn takes his hands and slowly drops his pants to reveal the first three rings piercing each side of his cock. BB takes her hand away to get a clear view.
“Damn, man. How am I going to keep playing cards, now that I know what’s waiting?” Her throaty laughter ups the heat that’s already sizzling.
“No more cards. I want to fuck you, and you’re not going to stop me,” says Finn. He looks down at his cock. “Here’s your full house.”
He keeps dropping his pants, an inch every five seconds or so. He’s teasing BB, building her arousal. I’ve got to admit it’s impressive. Thick and long. Just the fact he had the balls to pierce his dick says a lot. Now he’s completely exposed.
“These are for your pleasure, darlin’. Each little ring rubbing against your lips, then inside your pussy. Give me your hand.”
He takes her hand and wraps it around his hard cock. I can see the desire on her face. Her mouth opens, just a bit. He starts pumping in her hand, as if she’s jacking him off.
“See how that feels on your hand? Now just imagine it inside you.”
As BB stays focused on Finn’s cock, I see him signal me to get up and join them. Oh boy. Here we go. Might as well, because my cock is waiting to be freed. I need a little liquid courage. I grab the tequila bottle, take a swig, and bring the bottle with me. I come up close behind BB, my cock pressed hard against her ass. I trickle the tequila over her shoulders and down the front of her thin T-shirt. Finn catches some in his mouth as he licks her. As soon as the liquid and Finn’s tongue hits her nipples, they become erect. They stick out a good inch from her small breasts. She stops playing with Finn, for just a moment, and looks over her shoulder to me. “Suck them,” she says barely above a whisper.
When Finn hears this, he quickly takes her hand from his cock, then turns her around so she’s facing me. His hands expertly move around her waist and down the front of her shorts. She jumps a bit.
“No panties? And smooth as a virgin. Aren’t you the bad girl,” he says. It’s not a question, but a statement of fact.
He unbuttons and unzips her shorts. He kneels behind her and roughly pulls the shorts to the ground. I lift the shirt above her head, and now she stands naked before us. I’m not sure where to start, because I’m stunned by my new definition of beauty. Female. The word takes on a new meaning.
She puts a hand behind my head and brings her mouth to my ear. Her warm breath creates a chill down my spine, with a quick stop at my balls.
“I need to feel your tongue on my nipples. Please,” she says.
There’s no possible way my cock could be any harder. I bring my mouth to her breasts and suck on her tequila-splashed breasts. Her nipples are rock hard. My other hand goes between her legs. It’s an unbelievably natural motion. No teacher needed. It’s innate. She’s smooth shaven and her pussy lips are incredibly soft. I use my finger to part her and lift my middle finger inside. It’s warm and moist, and I can feel her muscles squeeze my finger in response. Oh Jesus, I have no idea where Finn is or what he’s doing back there. I only know I’ve found my new favorite thing. And I haven’t even fucked her yet. BB’s moaning now, and that only makes me hotter.
“Let’s move to the floor,” Finn says.
We move to the green comforter. BB kneels down.
“Come here, Finn. Let a girl taste what she has coming.”
He stands before her. She takes his pants down and off. And now his cock is close enough to her face to lick. There are six piercings on each side, on the underside from base to tip. She starts licking and sucking. Finn steadies himself with one hand on the fireplace mantel. Meanwhile, I realize I’m the only one still dressed. So I do what must be done. I take off my shirt and pants, and come up behind her. I straddle her kneeling legs. I want to surprise her. Standing, my cock reaches the top of the back of her head. I tap it against her. Surprise.
She slowly pulls her mouth from Finn’s dick. You know in a horror movie when the young girl senses the monster’s standing behind her? That’s what this moment reminds me of. She freezes. She remains facing him though. She reaches over and behind her head, and with both hands finds my cock.
“Holy shit, Paul,” she says.
Finn’s getting close, I know, but he knows this is a big moment for me. So he pulls back and makes a suggestion to BB.
“Let me get you wet, darlin’. Then you can take on the “sledge hammer”.
BB isn’t protesting. She looks a little apprehensive, but at the same time excited. Finn proceeds to direct our little scene.
“Paul, get on your back. BB’s going to suck that thing. Don’t choke her.”
We get in position. He comes from behind and bends her over so her pussy is positioned perfectly for him to enter doggie-style. Now she’s directly over my cock, and it’s practically lifting itself to her mouth. He slowly enters her. I’m watching her face as she experiences the Jacob’s Ladder. Pure sexual satisfaction. Just looking at her face makes me impatient for my turn. I want to make her feel that way. Every time she feels a piercing, she reacts. She has her eyes closed. I’m going to open them.
“Suck me!” I demand.
That snaps her out of her spell. I lift my cock to her mouth and she teases me with her tongue. Her lips encircle the tip, and that alone almost drives me mad. Just the sight of her head moving up and down is enough to make me want to come. Feeling my cock in her mouth is another level all together. Now it’s my eyes that close. She takes me in as far as she can, which is about three quarters of the way down. She sucks and licks, and pretends she’s going to bite. I’ve imagined what this would feel like, but now I know just how poor my imagination is. I’m lifting my body up to her with each suck, and it takes everything I have not to cram my cock down her throat. I can feel Finn pumping faster and harder. BB’s moaning with pleasure, and so is Finn. I’m quiet, but my silence means nothing. My pleasure is so great, I can hardly make a sound.
All at once, I feel myself reach that place where you can no longer control your orgasm. I’m starting to fall off the mountain. I’ve stood on this precipice thousands of times. But always by myself, a consequence of my own hand. This is different. Now I find my voice.
“I’m coming. Oh yeah, baby! Suck it, just like that.”
BB sucks harder and faster. Finn pumps deeper and stronger. I’m coming. I’m coming in her mouth. As soon as Finn hears my words, he begins to come too. I can hear it in his voice. It’s guttural. BB’s mouth opens, in expression of her passion, and my cum streams out, dripping onto my cock and balls. That sight makes me come a little more. One last squirt of jiz, inspired by the visual.