by Davis, SJ
Rick's hand slid down under Darcy's pussy, guiding her to her knees, without interrupting her exploration. He rubbed her slit with his fingers before easing her open with two, and sliding a third into her eager box. She thrust back into his hand, nearly cumming, and squealed into Crystal's pussy. One of Crystal's hands left off pulling at her hair, and the woman turned a little, beneath her. Darcy opened her eyes, to watch Crystal take Tony's cock into her mouth. At the same time, Rick nipped her ass, and probed her pussy with two fingers. His hair brushed her thigh as he slid his head between them, fingers still thrusting, though gently now. He tasted her almost reverently. Now they were all joined at the sex, a human chain of orgasmic flesh.
Rick nuzzled and prodded, working soul-searing magic with his hands and lips. Darcy began to buck so wildly against him that he had to wrap one muscular arm around her waist to keep her in place. She moaned and squealed into Crystal's cunny. Crystal ground against her mouth and moaned around Tony's slick shaft, still thrusting in and out of her mouth. Darcy was so close to cumming now, but she didn't want Rick to stop. She tried to fight the release, but when Rick sucked her clit into his mouth, and trapped it, gently, with his teeth, she couldn't hold back. Her back arched as she came, the vibration of her squeal setting Crystal off a split-second later. She heard Tony's wail of release a moment after Crystal's, and Rick moaned in response as he drank from her.
She was jolted out of the drifting euphoria by the shaking of the bed. Tony collapsed onto it, a cheesy, self-satisfied grin on his face.
"That was fucking awesome!" he shouted at the ceiling. He was lying crossways on the King-sized mattress, at the head of the bed beside Crystal, who lay with her back parallel to him, on her side, her head at his feet. Her long, sexy legs forming the second arm of an "L" down the center of the bed. Darcy rolled to the left, her head still level with Crystal's thighs, and her knees pulled up to keep her feet on the mattress. She tilted her head back, trying to see Tony's face. Rick scooted up to lie beside Darcy, his legs hanging off the foot of the bed.
Crystal nodded as she wiped her face with a towel and, Darcy guessed, discreetly rid her mouth of Tony's cum. Rick sat up and stared at Darcy. There was mischief in that look, and a bit of wonder.
"You're a squirter!" It was part accusation.
"I'm sorry, I should have..."
"That's fucking awesome!" He interrupted, somewhat echoing Tony.
Darcy flushed at the unexpected compliment. Tony grunted. He'd never been very enthusiastic about it, which made Rick's reaction extremely flattering.
"Oh yeah," Tony said, "should've warned you about that." He shrugged and stood up. "I need a drink. Anybody else?"
"Just had one." Rick grinned.
When no one else responded, Tony left the bedroom.
"But," Rick whispered a second later, running his hands up Darcy's thighs. "I sure could use another."
"Mmmmm." Crystal practically purred, "Me too."
Rick was already unveiling Darcy's clit, by the time Crystal had gotten to her knees. The tips of Crystal's long, blonde hair skimmed Darcy's nose, when she leaned over her for a passionate, upside-down kiss. Darcy could taste her husband on the mouth of the goddess.
Now that he knew her secret, Rick was wasting no time taking her back to the peak. A few minutes later, Crystal took one perky, brown nipple in her mouth, swirling her hot tongue around it, while her free hand massaged Darcy's other breast. Darcy came again. Rick moaned as he drank from her a second time.
Lips and hand switched sides, and then Crystal ran a trail of love-bites down Darcy's belly before she nudged Rick out of the way. The two women were blissfully engaged in each other, when Rick slid to the side, and used his talented hands to encourage both. Darcy revelled in the sensation of his calloused fingers sliding over her tongue and her clit at the same time. By the moans coming from Crystal, she found it just as stimulating.
She vaguely heard Tony's, "Heeeey!" over the pounding of her blood, and the moans of her companions. Darcy thought he sounded pissy beneath the forced humor, but there wasn't much she could do about it. He'd already cum, and it usually took him a while to get hard again, after. She felt, rather than saw, him climb onto the bed behind Crystal. Rick slipped two fingers into Darcy's mouth before he withdrew his hand. She arched her neck to follow them as long as she could, sucking at them hungrily. The head of Tony's flaccid dick replaced Rick's fingertips immediately. She obliged him, by pulling it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head, the way she knew he loved.
Rick moved around to kiss his gorgeous girlfriend, his fingers still toying with Darcy's clit as the pair shared the taste of her. Her mouth busy, Darcy used her hands to keep Crystal's body humming. She felt Tony's fingers thrust between her own, deep into Crystal's box, and his cock throbbed and swelled in her mouth when the woman moaned. He was fully erect in less than a minute, and his lunges into her throat became frantic. Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth and buried his cock in Crystal. Darcy's eyes snapped open, Crystal tore her mouth away from Rick's, arching, and throwing her head back. Rick's hands stopped moving as he stared at Tony. He had just crossed some unofficial line.
Tony was unaware of anything but the short, powerful plunges he was using to pound Crystal's pussy. Crystal looked to Rick for direction. At the nearly imperceptible nod, she drove her hips back to meet Tony, thrust for thrust. Rick turned his gaze on Darcy, and a shiver of anticipation raised gooseflesh all over her body. He didn't move. He was waiting for her to give him some kind of signal.
She wanted him. Wanted his thick, hard cock inside her like nothing she'd ever wanted. A flash of conscience plagued her with a clear image of Tony, standing before her as they made their wedding vows. He'd been her first and only lover, until now. He'd even made her promise, not a month ago, that she'd never let another man fuck her. There'd been such desperate intensity in his face when he'd asked, as though he'd fall apart if she refused. Could she break that oath to her husband?
An animal howl from Tony shattered the images, and she looked up to see him drive into Crystal again. Was she still bound to an oath he'd destroyed? If he wasn't troubled by their vows, why the hell should she worry? She glanced back at Rick, who still watched and waited. He must have sensed her struggle, and her decision. With a wink of one sexy, green eye, he slipped two fingers into her, and went back to sucking her clit.
Darcy arched up to meet Rick's mouth, stretching to nuzzle Tony' balls where they moved above her, and then to tease Crystal's jewel with her tongue while Tony fucked her. The way Crystal was moaning, panting and bucking, she wasn't far from cumming, though Tony was just as obviously nowhere near. He'd have a lot more staying power the second time around, Darcy knew, if he could cum at all.
Any stray thoughts were strangled as Rick suddenly pulled away, grabbing her under the knees to drag her ass to the edge of the bed. She would swear Crystal winked at her and blew a kiss, as her face passed through Darcy's field of vision, but she couldn't be sure. When she felt the tip of Rick's cock press against her pussy, she no longer cared. He looked into her eyes as he entered her with one long, slow, tortuous stroke.
She felt every pulse as his thick shaft filled her. He felt so much bigger than Tony, the only other man she'd had inside her. The pleasure hovered on the very edge of pain. But, oh, such glorious pain! Every time she thought he'd given her all he had, he just kept coming, and pulsing, and pushing. Her eyes closed on their own and a sound, half-sigh, half-moan escaped her lips, on a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and then his pelvis finally met hers.
He stopped, buried in her pussy as far as he could possibly go, and lowered his body onto hers.
"Open your eyes, Darcy."
His voice, normally a silky alto, had changed to a deep bass, heavy, smoky and full of vibrato. It went through her veins, a low-voltage, fluctuating, electrical current, echoing in her head. His cock pulsed in time with it. There was a buzzing undercurrent in it, like cicadas in Aug
ust.
"Open your eyes."
The current surged, his cock pulsed, and his voice compelled. Darcy opened her eyes. He was staring into her. The green in his eyes had all but vanished. Rick's pupils were huge black disks, twin mirrors reflecting her image back to her. His shaft throbbed again, and an emerald light glowed from behind his pupils.
"Do you have a middle name, Darcy?"
It was a strange question, whispered, yet it was a lion's roar in her skull.
"Evelyn."
"Yesssss."
The hiss brought another electrical surge, centred in her clit. She nearly came.
"I've been waiting." The green glow in his eyes intensified as he drew back his hips. When only the head of his dick remained within her, he rammed it deep into her pussy, slamming the bed into the wall.
"What the fuck?" Tony shouted, finally realizing that Rick was fucking his wife. Darcy cried out with the painful decadence of the penetration. He was battering her core, and in that moment, she wanted him to shatter her.
"Fuck me!" she cried out, bucking to meet him. She dug her nails into his arms.
Tony was shouting, but Darcy could no longer hear him. All that existed was Rick, his cock pounding her, piston-fast, and his eyes boring into her mind, the green light pulsing in time. She lunged to meet his strokes, growling her animal hunger, until the electrical charge ripped through her and she roared her climax.
In the black mirrors of Rick's eyes, her own glowed back at her, a blazing red. Rick pulled out and sprayed cum over her belly, lava-hot, with a cry that sounded like victory.
Darcy could hear muffled shouting, while she rode the crest of the orgasm, like people fighting in an adjoining apartment. She wasn't sure if her eyes were open or closed; all she could see were specks of light on a black field, like staring into the night sky. She'd always lost herself a little when she came that hard, somewhat like an out of body experience. This time, she was almost afraid she wouldn't find her way back. The scent of fresh apples was strong, bringing memories to her that wouldn't clarify, ghosts hovering on the edge of her mental vision.
"Oh shit! Maybe one of them drugged my drink!"
It was her last conscious thought until the morning.
Unbound
"Good morning, sweetness." Even whispered, the words cut into Darcy's head like a red-hot blade. She knew that voice, but her brain was full of soupy fog, and refused to tell her anything without a struggle. There was no way she was going to open her eyes, either. If the sunlight didn't kill her, it would definitely make her wish she were dead.
She remembered drinking Tequila. Now, what the hell had possessed her to do that? A party, her brain informed her, with some reluctance. Right, Tony had dragged her to a party at Rick and Crystal's place. Rick! That was the voice. Against her better judgement, her eyes opened to look up into his sculpted face. Rick had the hard-edged, so-masculine features of the Nordic people, or an ancient Greek hero. He was grinning.
The memories came back faster now.
Tony had the hots for Crystal, always had. He'd been hinting, not so subtly, about Rick and Crystal's swinger lifestyle for months now. He'd done his best to make it sound like he was only amused by it, but he hadn't fooled Darcy in the least. She knew, damned well, that he'd jump at the chance to have Crystal join them in bed. He wasn't interested in Rick being a part of the equation. In fact, he'd made it quite clear that he wouldn't share Darcy with another man ... ever. The chance to put his cock in Crystal had been, apparently, worth some sacrifices.
When Crystal's birthday came around, Tony had jumped on the party invitation, insisting Darcy take the night off for it. The party had been fun. Somehow, Tony had stalled her about leaving until they were the last guests remaining. How had he worked that? Tequila. He knew her weakness for it, how it fogged her mind, and made her horny. Damn him!
Now she remembered the dare. How many shots had she had then, on top of the wine? Six? Seven? She'd been sitting on the couch, watching Rick and Crystal kiss, and fantasizing a little about kissing either of them, or both.
"Not bad." Tony joked. "Good technique. I'll give you two...an eight point five!"
Crystal broke off the kiss and turned to Tony laughing.
"I suppose you could do better?"
"I do alright. Darcy's better at it than I am." He turned to his wife. "Go on, dear. Show the birthday girl how it's done."
Darcy laughed and leaned toward Tony, but he held her back.
"Not with me! I'd bring your score down. Give Crystal a birthday kiss."
"Um, no." Darcy flushed and laughed it off, slapping Tony playfully.
Crystal's gorgeous mouth formed a sexy pout.
"No birthday kiss? Aren't I pretty enough?"
"Shit, girl, you're gorgeous!" Darcy blurted, before the filter between her brain and mouth could kick it. Her face burned with embarrassment.
Crystal laughed that throaty, come-fuck-me laugh she had, and pushed Rick back from her a little.
"Well then, come, give me my kiss."
Darcy looked to Tony, but he wasn't going to get her out of this. He'd started it! The problem was she wanted to kiss Crystal. With the Tequila in her system, and her own desires unfettered, she wanted to kiss those sweet lips more than anything.
"I dare you." Tony said.
That was all she needed to hear.
She had kissed Crystal, she remembered, and then, oh fuck, and then...
Rick's hand was toying with her breast, as he looked into her eyes and smiled. The sunlight and hangover forgotten, she could only think about how good his cock felt inside her. She was already wet, and she wanted him again. Now! Without the Tequila to blame, though, she'd have a hard time justifying another fuck to Tony.
"Tony! Where's Tony?"
Rick chuckled, low in his throat, a sexy, lazy, purring sound that made her body hum.
"Sleeping it off, likely. Don't worry Sweets, Crystal promised to keep him busy if he wakes up. She thought we might need to talk, after last night, before you go home with him." The "him" sounded like an insult. It put Darcy on edge.
"Oh god! He's pissed, isn't he?" she whispered.
"Pissed is a good word for it. I think he's angrier with me than you though. I was sober, and I broke my word."
"Huh?" Why was he being so cryptic?
"You know, "no fucking each other's wives"? It was part of the agreement when we set this up. Tony said you were okay with foreplay, even oral, but you wouldn't want anyone actually penetrating you, but him."
"What the fuck?" Darcy scrambled backward to sit up on the pillow, pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts. "You set it up?"
"Oh fuck!" Rick bolted into a sitting position, his face dark with anger. "That shifty prick! Tony said you knew; you wanted it, even. He told Crystal you wanted to give her this as a birthday gift. You must have known she's wanted you for ages." It was a half-question.
"I had no idea. I ... I"
"He said you were nervous, because you'd never been with anyone but him, but you wanted to experiment, and Crystal turned you on, and .... fuck!" He was obviously contending with anger, and remorse. "I'm so sorry, Darcy. I thought you were in on it. If I'd known ..."
She could tell the fumbled apology was genuine. He looked so forlorn, she reached out to comfort him.
"It's okay. I'm not mad at you, Rick. I could strangle Tony right now, but I'm not mad at you, or Crystal."
"I won't touch you again, I swear." There was more regret in that vow than there had been in the apology. Darcy was torn by anger, need, conscience and spite. Need and spite won the war.
"Don't say that." She whispered, and threw back the sheet. "Let Tony make the apologies and deal with the consequences." She scrambled to her knees to kiss him, while she reached down to stroke his half-erect cock.
He placed a hand over hers, stopping the motion. With the other hand, he lifted her chin to look into her eyes.
"Is this want, or spite?" He was dead seriou
s.
"Both." She answered honestly. "Problem?"
Rick's voice deepened again, and resonated with the strange compulsion she'd felt last night. His pupils expanded and took on an emerald glow.
"Not one."
She thought she'd imagined the glow, last night, or maybe it was an alcohol-induced hallucination. Seeing it again startled her.
"Do your eyes always do that when you're horny?"
"Do what?" He reached over to cup her left breast. The tip of his thumb teased the nipple erect and he bent to take it in his lips.
"Glow like that. It's like there's a green light shining out ... ah!" He stole her breath when he rolled the nipple in his teeth. His shaft pulsed and swelled under her hand.
"No." He switched to the right breast, and repeated the torture. She'd forgotten the question before he answered. All she could think of was wrapping her lips around that glorious swollen head, and swallowing him, cock first, like a snake.
"Yours glow, too." She was nibbling her way down his chest. His words stopped her, and she looked up into his eyes. "Red, like blood and fire." He whispered. "You don't remember?"
He smiled at her gently, almost solicitously.