by Selena Kitt
“Yes!” She parted her legs a little further.
“Tell me,” I instructed, moving my mouth close, close enough that she could feel my breath, but not touching. “Tell me what you want.”
She groaned, shaking her head. “It’s so naughty… so bad…”
“Mmm hmm,” I agreed. “But being bad feels soooo good, baby. Tell me.”
Kelly’s eyes met mine and when she glanced over my shoulder, I knew she was looking at John. What is he thinking? I wondered again, but couldn’t, wouldn’t, turn to see.
She bit her lip, and then said the words, “Lick me… lick my hot, wet little cunt, Tara.”
I groaned, burying my face against her flesh, tasting the hot, musky juices as I pressed my tongue between her slit. She groaned, too, her eyes closing to slits as she cupped her breasts, pulling at her nipples as I tongued her clit. I could hear John’s breath, ragged and fast, and then I felt his hands, moving over my behind, lifting my ass in the air.
Kelly’s hands were in my hair, pulling my tongue in deeper, so I couldn’t look back to see what he was doing, but I knew, even before I felt his cock pressing between my legs. There was no gentleness, no soft words, just the steel heat of him sliding into my wetness. His hands gripped my flesh and he groaned, shoving his hips against mine, as if he could find a place that was just a little deeper inside of me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Kelly whispered, rocking against me. “I’m such a dirty girl, such a naughty slut… I love your fucking tongue shoved up my cunt!”
The harshness of her words drove us both, my fingers moving in and out of her, John’s cock shoving deep into me from behind. We all rocked together, panting and moaning, working hard toward release. Kelly got there first, that little “oh, oh, oh!” giving me a momentary warning that she was close.
“Fuck, Tara!” She bucked up so hard I could barely keep my mouth on her. “I’m going to come all over your face, baby, are you ready?”
I couldn’t do anything but make a noise in my throat, a deep, ready noise, urging her on. She was slick on my face, down my chin, rivers of her juices running down her ass onto the bedspread.
“Ohhhhhhh!” she cried. “Ohhh you make my pussy feel sooooo gooood!”
Behind me, John growled, thrusting harder, and I spread some more, arching back against him.
“Fuck, yes! Now, now!” Her whole body stiffened as she came, and then let go into a quivering, undulating mass, the pointed ends of her heels digging deep into the mattress as she pressed her hips up.
“Doesn’t it feel good to be bad?” I wiped my face with the back of my hand and grinned up at her. Her eyes met mine, and then glanced behind me to John. He had slowed, but his cock was throbbing inside of me, and I squeezed it, making him gasp.
“Yes,” she agreed with a smile. “Sometimes a girl loves being a dirty little slut… doesn’t she, John?”
I didn’t see what passed between them—I could only see Kelly’s eyes, the way she looked at him. But something was happening, I could sense it, feel it in my belly, in the way his hands moved over my ass as he pressed into me.
“I think it’s someone else’s turn, now.” Kelly slid off the bed and kissed me as she went. I groaned when John slipped out of me, and was amazed how fast Kelly was on him, pressing him to sit down on the bed and positioning us both between his legs.
“She tastes so good on your cock, John,” Kelly whispered.
I watched, my heart pounding, as she started to lick my juices off the head of him. I had a momentary stab of jealousy (he’s mine!) as I watched her ease her mouth down around his shaft and saw his eyes close with the pleasure of it. But then, she looked at me, leaning his thick length in my direction.
“Come taste, baby,” she urged, and I couldn’t resist. We both licked at his cock, our tongues meeting again and again over the head. John groaned, and I felt his hand in my hair, saw his other hand in Kelly’s, and we both looked up at him as we fought gently over who got to suck him.
“Oh my God!” He groaned as Kelly took his whole length into her mouth, and I slid my tongue down to lick his balls. We did that for a while, trading places, until John groaned and pulled my mouth off of him, a thick band of saliva trailing from the tip of his cock to my lower lip.
“Wait,” he gasped, but Kelly had other ideas. She was pressing him down onto the bed, and I followed her lead, both of us crooking our thighs over his as we kicked our heels off, kissing his mouth, his neck, our hands working on the rest of his clothes, taking them off.
“You’ve both been… very bad,” John gasped as I pressed his cock with my hand, rubbing it up against his belly.
“Have we?” Kelly purred, flicking her tongue over his nipple. I saw his hand moving over her breast, cupping and kneading the heavy flesh.
I bit my lip, smiling over at her. “Bad enough for a spanking?”
Her eyes lit up. “Oh no, not that bad!”
John’s hand was in my hair, pulling my head back so he could kiss me, his tongue sending shivers down my spine. I rubbed the tip of his cock with my thumb, feeling his groan more than hearing it.
“Yes, that bad.” He sat up and rolled me onto my belly on the bed. I squealed, smiling over at Kelly as he turned her, too, so we were lying side by side. “Don’t move, either of you.”
Kelly’s breath was warm over my face and I touched my forehead to hers. “What’s he doing?”
We could hear him moving around the room, but I didn’t strain to see. My whole body was tingling with anticipation and excitement.
“I think we’re going to get a—” Kelly’s yelp stopped her sentence as the belt came down, catching both of us at once. The sharp sting of the strap came again, this time a little lower across my behind.
“You’ve been very, very bad girls.” The third slap brought a red heat to my bottom, and I bit my lip, my eyes meeting Kelly’s wide ones.
“John!” I twisted to look at him, but his hand pressed my lower back, shoving me down onto the bed, and I moaned when his belt strap caught my upper thigh.
“You wanted to be a naughty slut, didn’t you?” he asked, and Kelly squealed, squeezing her eyes shut. “Did Kelly teach you how to be a bad girl, Tara?”
I couldn’t tell if he was playing or being serious, and my bottom stung with a throbbing sort of heat.
“No!” I felt Kelly’s hand nudging mine, squeezing. “I learned that listening to your phone conversations.”
Kelly’s eyes flew open wide. The sound of the belt and, more importantly, its bite, stopped. John was breathing hard, and I dared to turn my head to look at him.
“You were listening?” His hand moved coolly over the redness of my ass. His face had changed from its initial shock. Now he was kind of half-smiling, his eyes moving the path his hand was tracing on my bottom. I noticed that his other hand was moving over Kelly’s rounded behind, too.
“Yes.” I blinked back tears. “All that time I tried to get you to tell me your fantasies, and you wouldn’t…”
He nodded, his face changing again. Now the smile was gone, his eyes darker, almost pained.
“I just wanted…” I drew a shaky breath. “I just wanted to be a part of that, too…”
John shook his head, looking back and forth between us as we twisted on the bed to look back at him. “I guess we’ve both been keeping secrets…”
“Maybe it’s time to share them.” Kelly moved so she was pressing against me, pulling my belly to hers.
“Maybe…” John’s eyes moved over us as we twined our bodies together.
The heat of Kelly’s mound was straining towards mine, her breasts pressed flat into my chest, their softness incredible.
“Do you want to be a slutty little whore?” Kelly asked me, her fingers reaching between my legs, parting my flesh.
I glanced up at John. “I want to be his slutty little whore. I want to do all those naughty, nasty things you did on the phone, John. Anything you want. I’m all yours.”
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sp; He groaned, and I saw something in his face give, his jaw softening, his eyes too. He moved in beside me, pressing me from behind, kissing my cheek, my ear, my neck.
“Anything?” he whispered, moving his hand down my belly, his fingers mingling with Kelly’s, rubbing at my smooth, wet flesh between and over the crotchless panties.
“Anything,” I agreed with a nod. Kelly’s eyes were bright as she leaned in to suck my nipples, working her tongue around each of them in turn, making them stand up nice and hard.
“I feel like a kid in a candy store.” He parted my pussy lips for Kelly’s fingers.
“I mean it.” I spread my legs a little further, moaning when Kelly’s fingers plunged deep inside of me. “Tie me up, spank me, fuck my ass… whatever you want.”
“You really want that?” He sounded incredulous…and hopeful.
“Yes!” I wiggled back against his cock, feeling his hardness pressed against the crack of my ass. “I want it all… everything… I want you…”
I could feel Kelly’s hand reaching between my legs, nudging John’s cock toward my wetness. She stroked him as she rubbed the head against my slit, aiming.
“Oh God!” He groaned as she lifted my leg further, teasing the entrance of my pussy with the tip of him.
“She wants it.” Kelly rubbed my clit with her fingertip, making me shiver. “Fuck her, John. Fuck your little slut wife.”
The words made both of us moan, and then John was curling around, moving inside of me, his thick length filling me from behind.
Kelly’s hand pressed my thigh up further, and I felt her breath against my lower belly as she moved around to watch him fuck me. Now I could see that the fingers of her other hand were lost in her own flesh, panties pulled aside, rubbing her clit, lightning fast. I could see the glistening wetness, could even smell her, that sweet musk, and it made my mouth water.
“Kelly!” I felt her mouth cover my mound, her tongue easing back and forth over my clit. John reached around and twisted my nipple in his fingers, making me arch him deeper of me.
“I want you to lick her, too,” John said into my ear, and I turned my face to his, seeing his eyes on Kelly’s fingers, moving in and out of her pussy now.
“Yes!” I groaned when he slid out of me so I could roll myself onto Kelly, straddling her face with my eager, spread thighs.
I couldn’t concentrate—it all felt too good. John’s cock plunged fast and hard into my open pussy, and Kelly’s mouth fastened over my mound, sucking my clit rhythmically between her lips. I tried to keep up the same rhythm on her clit, back and forth over that sensitive bud of flesh. I could feel her thighs trembling against my hands as I spread them open.
“Oh God, Kelly!” John moaned, and I wondered what she was doing to him. Then I found out. “Oh yeah, put your finger in my ass!”
I moaned against Kelly’s pussy, feeling my climax coming, but she beat me there. Her whole body shuddered with her orgasm, her hips bucking up so hard that I wrapped my arms around her to hold her still, my tongue working fast between her slit.
“Oh fuck!” John cried, his fingers gripping my hips hard and driving deeper. “Yeah, Kelly, that’s good! Fuck my ass!”
The sound of his pleasure, the naughtiness of the act, sent me over the edge, too, and I came with Kelly’s tongue making fast little circles around my clit. My whole pussy spasmed with it, squeezing John’s cock with every delicious pulse as I gasped and clutched Kelly’s ass in my hands.
“I want your cum!” Kelly insisted, and then John wasn’t inside me anymore. Kelly had him in her hand, pumping him into her waiting mouth. I climbed off her, still trembling, and saw her finger working in my husband’s ass.
“Fuck!” John groaned again, his hips bucking forward, pressing the head of his cock against her lips. He was coming, white hot streams of it surging over Kelly’s chin and neck. Her tongue moved over his cock, catching the last of it and making him groan. I inched my face toward them.
“Kiss me.” Kelly pulled my mouth to hers, our tongues mingling with the taste of John’s cum between us. It felt like being baptized as we rubbed our wet lips and cheeks together, and I could tell by the way he was watching us that things were different now.
We all collapsed onto the bed, then, Kelly on one side of him, me on the other. John’s hand moved in my hair and he kissed the top of my head.
“Anything?” he asked again, drawing a shaky breath.
“Yes, my love…” I met Kelly’s smiling eyes and gave a contented sigh. “Anything.”
He had a faraway look in his eyes. I had a feeling he was going to be pushing those boundaries soon, and the thought made me tingle all over.
The End
About the Author
Selena Kitt is a NEW YORK TIMES bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over two million books sold!
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (excessica.com) and bookstore (excitica.com), as well as two erotica and erotic romance promotion companies (excitesteam.com and excitespice.com) and she now runs the Erotica Readers and Writers Association.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality.”
Her book, Babysitting the Baumgartners, is being made into an adult film by Adam & Eve, starring Ryan Driller, Anikka Albrite, Sara Luvv and A.J. Applegate.
She can be reached on her website at www.selenakitt.com
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A Question of Size - Lucee Lovett
Chapter 1
I should end this. Listening to him groaning, grunting and puffing; you’d think he was running a frigging marathon. His sweat drips down my face. He makes me sick. He’s so heavy my chest hurts from his weight. Maybe if I was enjoying this, it wouldn’t be so bad, but I’m not. So why the fuck am I still lying here listening to his grunts and groans, getting more and more annoyed?
My name is Stacey Richardson. My husband and I live in a beautiful house on an ordinary street in Coulsdon, Surrey. We have what I’d call an almost perfect marriage. However, every marriage has its difficulties and ours is no exception. You see, we hadn’t had sex for six years. This is my story.
* * *
He came home from work one day acting frisky. I had no idea what had gotten him so worked up, but he came straight into the kitchen where I was dishing up dinner. He was still wearing his coat, his briefcase in hand. He dropped the briefcase at my feet, slung his arms around my waist, and kissed the back of my neck. He grabbed my breasts over the top of the plates I was holding. I was so shocked I almost let them crash to the floor.
“When was the last time I told you I loved you?” he asked.
I was too flustered to reply. To tell you the truth, I just couldn’t remember. So instead, I said, “Hi honey, you seem perky this evening. Not that I’m complaining!” I hastened to add. The smile on my face was so wide my jaws ached. It had been so long since he made me smile like that.
His big blue eyes sparkled as they had when we were younger. As he gazed into my eyes, the love shone from them in a way I hadn’t seen in years. I’d forgotten how much I missed him looking at me in that way, until it was in front of me again. I supposed you don’t notice these things when you’ve been married for sixteen years. You just kinda got on with it.
I supposed.
He
took the plates out of my hands.
“You sit down love, let me serve you for a change.”
I was gobsmacked, but I wasn’t about to argue the point. I suddenly felt delirious with happiness; so I quickly took my seat, just in case, God forbid, he should change his mind. He threw his coat over the back of the chair and sat down beside me. I raised an inquisitive brow; he usually sat opposite me. He wore the same smile, with a lecherous look in his eyes. It both thrilled and unnerved me at the same time.
We sat and ate our meal in silence; I didn’t want anything to break the spell. He stroked my hand every now and then as his eyes grew darker in colour, to a shade I didn’t recognize. In the eighteen years we’d been together, I couldn’t say I had ever seen that look on his face before. It was almost as though he was plotting something mysterious.