Now I considered going into the bathroom to change, but what sense would that make? Very soon Marc and I would be exposing ourselves to each other to the extent that we’d both be fucking my girlfriend.
Marc pulled down his tight jeans and his semi-erect cock spilled out from a shaved groin. It looked like a dragon. I recalled thinking it odd that Jodi had bought a box of Magnum condoms even though we had a fresh box of the regulars in the nightstand. I held in a sigh.
Marc’s shiny musculature was worthy of a body builder. I recalled fondly – perhaps a moment of escapism – my brief relationship with a muscular woman named Lauren, how I had loved her strong back. It was from being with Lauren that I’d learned my rather impressive skills at massage.
Marc paused as he took the uniform from the hanger.
“Look, Colin, uh—” He paused and combed his fingers through his wavy blond hair. “I mean, Jodi said you were okay with this, but I’m – I’m getting the feeling that maybe—”
I was still fully clothed, holding my uniform like a fashionista holding a set of Dickies. I could see why Jodi had wanted Marc to play the other part. I did my best to exorcise my jealous fear that once Jodi had felt Marc’s cock in her, she’d lose all interest in my average offering.
“No, it’s cool, Marc. I mean, I even wrote the script.” I quickly shed my shirt and pants, and then paused on my underwear. Marc seemed not to be looking as he buttoned his shirt. I stripped my underwear down and quickly dressed.
The play started quickly and surely. Marc played his part like summer stock. He donned a booming, menacing voice as he tied Jodi’s wrists behind her back and led her into the room.
“Caught her snooping around, LT.” Marc sounded war movie approved.
I mustered all of my meager acting chops and approached Jodi. I snapped a riding crop in one hand.
“What were you doing out there?”
“Nothing,” Jodi said. My god she was cute with those pigtails.
Marc gripped her face hard. “You show respect!”
She sighed then grunted under his force.
“Nothing, sir!”
Marc released her face and pushed it to the side. She lowered her head then slanted her eyes toward me fearfully. In all our role-playing, nothing had seemed quite as real, yet implausible as this.
“Tell me what you saw. Every detail.” I stood up from my chair and paced in front of her and Marc. My heart was racing. I patted her cheek menacingly.
“Really, I was just passing through.”
Marc swatted Jodi’s butt hard.
She grunted. “Sir!”
Palpable fear crossed her face.
“You saw plenty. Spank her, Sergeant.” Okay, stupid line, stupid notion, but the two played it like it was penned by Chekhov.
Marc sat down on a steel folding chair and turned her over his knee. He pulled up her skirt and began spanking. Her teeth clenched.
“Not like that, give her to me,” I barked. Marc stood up and pushed her toward me. She lost her balance and I caught her, then I took a seat on the edge of the bed and stretched her over my lap. I pushed her skirt up and forced her panties to her knees then began snapping her bare bottom with the riding crop. Jodi often loved a good bare bottom spanking, and her cries of protest could not conceal scant hiccups of delight. I spanked strips of bright red across both of her pale cheeks. “You gonna talk?”
“No!”
I slapped her butt harder. I looked in her face to see if I was going too far. Just the slightest hint of an approving gaze glowed behind her grimace.
“You can’t make me talk!”
“Tough girl, huh?” I pushed her to the edge of the bed then pulled her panties off. “Spread your legs.” She scissored them together, and I shoved my knees between hers. “Spread ’em!”
Marc moved in behind me and gripped her knees in his large hands and forced them wide. Again her cry of protest camouflaged a minute hint of joy. I opened my pants and the rock hardness that settled in the zipper surprised even me. I pulled one condom from a strip that had been conveniently left in my shirt pocket and slipped it on. I knelt between her legs and pushed inside.
She let out a yelp that was gravelly and desperate. She felt so tight, but she was soaking wet. Tears streamed out of her eyes. “I didn’t see anything. Not a thing!” Her chest heaved, and I started to worry that I was going too far. “I won’t tell you a word!” She opened her eyes. Still that little hint of a pleasure. I wanted to come in her so bad as I felt her shudder on my cock. But I knew I’d probably only be good for one shot. I had to make it count.
“The Sergeant here might be a bit more persuasive.” Reluctantly I pulled out and watched as Marc pushed his pants to the ground and his large hard on pointed toward Jodi. He squeezed a Magnum down his long shaft. She grunted and gave Marc an angry look as he pushed between her legs. He pounded like a jackhammer. She grimaced and the tears streamed from her eyes again. But it was different. I eased in toward Marc.
“Not so deep,” I whispered.
Marc obediently shortened his stroke.
“I won’t tell you a thing,” Jodi said between deep sobs.
My God she was magnificent.
That was the cue. There was really only one practical way to do it. Marc would take her from behind, I from the front. Having never participated in a double penetration, I wasn’t sure about the geometry. I delayed.
“Strip her.”
Marc pulled out of her and tore at her clothes like a wild man. I took off my shirt and nodded for Marc to undress as well.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Then talk,” I said as I stepped from my puddled pants.
“No.”
“Have it your way.”
I’d figured out what I believed was the best approach. I waved for Marc to lay on the bed, then I pushed Jodi atop him. She gave token resistance as he grabbed her wrists in one hand and forced her body onto his chest with the other. Marc took a copious handful of K-Y and began slathering his cock.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Talk!”
“Never!”
I grabbed Jodi’s hips and forced her down Marc’s cock. Her eyes went wide as she took every inch. Her cheeks and lips went bright red, and her mouth gaped. She missed her next line, a weak protest, upon the feeling of Marc so deep in her. She simply groaned. I groped Jodi’s breasts and pussy alternately as I spread my legs wide of Marc’s and under hers. I’d never felt her so wet.
I became aware of Marc’s large hand on my hip guiding my time like the conductor of the orchestra. We pumped her in a rhythm worthy of a Busby Berkeley film. Her protests got louder and louder until her voice cracked in one scripted and two unscripted orgasms. I’d never felt her body shudder like that. After each orgasm, she gasped like starting up another clicking roller coaster rise. Her eyes went wide, those beautiful eyes glowing like the eastern sky at the last wink of a velvet red sunset. She looked like she was going to pass out, then her eyes widened again and she blinked slowly.
She was ready for me to come. I looked in Marc’s dark eyes and then closed mine. I tipped my head back. He got the cue. I could hear his voice rising, as my balls went baseball hard. Our perfect rhythm was broken and we slapped uncontrollably, violently.
Jodi’s body went limp as I stress tested my rubber. Her eyes were wide with surprise and her mouth continued to gape as she screamed out a fourth orgasm that must have been heard three floors up, and three floors down.
The three of us fell in a heap across the king-sized bed.
I opened my eyes to see Jodi sleeping. I’d never seen her sleep right after sex. At my other side, Marc raised his head up and smiled. He reached over and retrieved a packet of Certs from the nightstand. He swished one in his mouth and offered me one as well. I took it and looked over at Jodi again. A peaceful grin was on her face and her bright red pigtails sat slightly askew like a football player’s helmet after a fierce tackle.
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rc turned over on his back and slipped the Magnum from his soft cock. He tossed it into the garbage can with a wet thud. I watched his muscles flex as he rolled on his stomach. I fought the spent condom off my growing erection then turned away.
I could hide my surprisingly fierce hard on, but not my eyes. Marc’s grin let me know that. He reached awkwardly around his back and tried to rub a muscle in his lower back. I couldn’t seem to stop my hand as I reached out and softly kneaded the muscle. It felt like a rock.
“Oh, that’s good, but a little harder,” he sighed.
I squeezed it more.
“Harder still, Colin.”
I drew a deep breath and felt a fluttering in my stomach. He pointed at the other side of his back. Jodi was now snoring. Once she got snoring, gunshots couldn’t wake her.
I’ve had gay fantasies, but always believed they’d never get beyond the fantasy stage. Fucking Jodi up the ass seemed to quench those desires. I worked Marc’s tight muscles as best I could, but there was really only one way to do it properly. My cock was so hard it hurt, so I was reluctant, but I finally rose up and stretched my knees just wide of Marc’s hips, and began working the two muscles he had complained about.
“Yeah, that’s it. A little harder.”
I continued kneading and took in Marc’s musky scent. My cock pointed toward the ceiling. I turned my focus briefly from his back and saw his eyes on my cock. He grinned broadly. I wanted to run away. Instead I moved up higher to his broad shoulders.
Marc reached to the nightstand and got a fresh regular condom and the tube of K-Y. His large, surprisingly supple hand felt exquisite as it deftly unfurled the rubber down my stiffness, easily working my foreskin back. The big dollop of cold lubricant felt so fine while he stroked. His fingers coiled tighter to my cock, then he teasingly dried the overflow of lubricant on my balls and they tightened.
Marc spread his legs wide. “Please.”
I looked over at Jodi’s face. She snored through a half smile. Marc’s muscular ass looked so inviting. I stretched out over my wide arms and poised my cock between Marc’s legs. I hesitated, but he took my cock and pushed his butt back. He sucked me inside.
“Oh, yes, Colin.”
He felt so good. I lowered to his back and rested my chin on his shoulder. He turned his face to me and we kissed deeply as I stroked at full length inside him. I gripped his chest in my arms. “Harder,” he whispered between deep kisses. The sweat on his back crackled beneath me as I pumped inside him. He moaned sweetly into my mouth. I smoothed his hip then eased under it, paused, then gripped his hard cock. It was throbbing in time with my strokes in him. I could hold back no more. I fired jet streams in the rubber.
I pulled my softening cock from him and he peeled the rubber away. My flaccid cock lay along the crease of his thigh, small ribbons of residual semen trickling on one side of his balls. I groped for regret as I lay there on his back, looking in the depths of his eyes. I wanted to yank my hand away from his cock, which was still as hard as a fence-post. I looked at Jodi, who continued to snore so deeply that I thought she might inhale her pillow. I wanted her to awaken, and indignantly insist that we stop this.
Instead, I stroked his cock slowly. I’d never felt a circumcised cock. Hot and glossy smooth, juice eased out the tip and I spread it along his shaft. He whispered, “Feels great. You got great hands. I didn’t know you were bi.”
“Uh – well – neither – did I.”
His brow raised in surprise. He eased me to his side. “You’ve never done this?”
“First time.”
He smiled softly as I slid off him. He turned on his side and I resumed stroking his rod in fascination. “Oh yeah. Um.” His voice came in and out and he closed and opened his eyes in time with my sometimes-awkward caresses.
“Um, Colin?”
“Yeah?”
His eyes fixed in mine. “I really want to make love to you. I’ll be gentle.”
For the third time that day I began to harden. It came on slowly, as might be expected, but it did come. “Please, Marc,” I whispered. Jodi’s face remained impassive, simultaneously pulling air through her nose and mouth. Marc and I grinned at each other when she turned her head and the wig remained in it’s place, now canted like a rapper’s ball cap.
I started to turn over, but Marc stopped me. He pulled my legs up, opening my butt and he began to massage my balls and cock in one large hand while the middle finger of the other, slathered in a coat of cool lube, began to slowly circle my hole. God it felt wonderful as the finger slowly descended into me. My anus snapped tight to his first knuckle, and he stopped moving, then gently circled inside me before descending to the second knuckle. My cock grew as rigid as it had when I had entered Marc. Marc’s finger slowly descended until it was completely inside. I felt breathless.
“Oh please fuck me,” I said. I looked at Jodi’s silvery eyelids and watched her eyes dart in full REM. The smile on her open mouth said she was having some sort of rich dream, but it couldn’t match my reality.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Marc’s cock pointed toward the ceiling as he started to slowly pump his finger in and out of me while he eased a fresh rubber down his shaft. He drained a copious amount of lube on the rubber, then gripped my knees.
“Relax, honey.”
The tip of his cock pressed my sphincter. Though he had “opened” me, my reflexes returned for a moment on his girth. I was grateful that they did, as the contours eased deeper and deeper, in slow, deliberate measures. His strong hips moved with the lithe grace of a dancer. He stroked my cock, which was already feeling that it could let go at any time. But I didn’t want it to. I did my best to relax as Marc began to pump inside me, lengthening his stroke until his tip was reaming my full depth. I closed my eyes and grabbed the headboard as I fought off a release. When I opened my eyes, I saw Marc smiling, staring into my face as he luxuriated inside me. Then my eyes traveled to the side.
Jodi was no longer sleeping. Her wig was straightened out, and she was propped on one elbow. I’d never seen that look in her eyes. It was obvious that she was working this thing through. I could see it in her face – the familiar jealousy I had felt two hours before. Her strained expression eased a bit. It was obvious she was no longer acting when she reached up to her forehead and swept the wig off her scalp like a knit cap in a sauna. Marc smiled at her, and she bit her lip. She tentatively offered one hand to Marc. He placed it on my cock, while he gently squeezed my balls.
Jodi began to stroke me in time with Marc’s pumping. She moaned like I’d never heard from her, and her mouth collapsed to my cock and sucked it greedily while Marc’s strokes became faster. I stroked Jodi’s smooth scalp, then her neck while my other hand worked Marc’s flexed upper body. Urged on by Marc’s expert squeezing, Jodi’s mouth swirling the tip of my cock and his rod plying my prostate led me to a sensation like I’d never felt before. The orgasm grew like a great rogue wave.
Jodi drank my cock like a starving woman as I exploded into her.
I lay as limp as a rag doll while Marc pumped until his mouth gaped. He suddenly went silent, then gave a series of desperate grunts as he released in me. I ripped a final dose of contractions into Jodi’s throat.
The three of us lay in a heap, Jodi’s head on my stomach, Marc stretched along my thigh, rubbing my leg.
The rest of that script I was working on poured like Beaujolais from a busted cask. The producer and director took me aside in turns, saying it was my best work to date, but what surprised them more was how open I seemed to be to the actor’s rather free improvisations.
It’s no big thing, really. It’s all in a day’s work.
And each night, I go home to a table for three, leaving the script writing to the theater.
That Monday Morning Feeling
Lisette Ashton
It was the only thing that made the start of the working week bearable.
Mandy stepped out of the shower, her skin jewelled with beads o
f water and her pussy bare and tingling after enduring the closest of close shaves. She towelled herself quickly dry, conscious that there would only be time for one more cup of coffee before she left for the office.
Short black skirt.
Patent black heels.
Low cut white blouse.
De-caf.
And then she was out of the house, slamming the door closed and stepping onto the bus with the flavour of coffee beans still warming her mouth. Her hair was tied neatly back – pony-tailed into a glossy length of raven tresses that fell between her shoulder blades. A small black purse completed the monochrome ensemble she always wore for the colourless experience of the office week. And Mandy savoured the special thrill that came from being without bra or panties beneath her clothes on the Monday morning commute.
Not that being without underwear was the only thing that made the start of the working week bearable.
It was much more than that.
Standing room only on the bus meant she was jostled between an eclectic crowd of mature men in suits and yobbish youths in jeans and leathers. The scents of deodorants, aftershave and sweat mingled like the headiest of erotic perfumes. Through the windows, the grey world outside was a drab and cheerless background to the journey. If not for the excitement of her adventure, Mandy would have thought the view bleak and depressing. At the first stop another queue of morning commuters climbed onto the bus. The crowded interior became more claustrophobic and cramped. Everyone shuffled closer together to make room for the newcomers.
Mandy pushed her rear against the groin of a thirty-something executive. She had noticed him standing behind her. His cheeks were dirtied by the sort of designer stubble that made her think of too much testosterone, men at the gym and rugged movie stars playing the roles of escaped convicts. With only a glance at his face she knew that kissing him would leave her lips sore, scratched and bruised and desperate for more. If they became lovers she imagined he would be hard, brutal, greedy and demanding. His shoulders were broad inside his off-the-rail Armani-clone. His vast physical presence towered over her as he clutched the safety strap descending from the bus’s roof.
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