Held Down

by Pamela Prim

  “You are very eager and I feel that I might have bitten off more than I can chew.” I could hear every word.

  The burning coals of my desire made me take a few steps closer. I was not even close to fireproof. One touch was enough to raise the stakes.

  “I feel like the luckiest man in the world. I blurted out something in the heat of the moment during the interview. I’ve had temptations in the past, but nothing like the two of you. I feel like I’m coming down with a fever. If I’m hallucinating then I never want it to stop.” The spark of his arousal was brought upon by nibbling on her ear with her nails raking down his chest.

  “You are so much fun and we haven’t even scratched the surface. It’s a testament to your age that you’re able to satisfy two women. One should be more than enough,” Jessica stated with her mouth occupied tugging at his ear.

  I saw his well defined posterior and I couldn’t help but slap it. It sounded like the crack of thunder in my ears.

  He didn’t even hesitate or cry out in pain which only fueled me to do it again several more times. There was a rosy red hue on his skin with my fingerprints firmly embedded. It would fade over time and my hand could feel the heat from his sizzling flesh.

  “I didn’t think that I had that in me, but I guess you never know what you are going to do until you are faced with the dilemma.” I grabbed a fistful and squeezed with a sigh of hunger in my heart. “John, I want to make one thing perfectly clear before we go any further. We are not looking for a long-term commitment. This is the added bonus of a working relationship between the three of us.” I was risking him leaving by saying the wrong thing. I could’ve waited until we got a piece.

  “I’m still young and impressionable. I’m old enough to know better, but I’m young enough to think with my other head. I’ve never considered a strictly physical relationship. I was brainwashed into believing there wasn’t supposed to be sex before marriage. There’s nothing wrong with pleasure and I don’t feel guilty.” He was waking up to the reality and I was glad that we were able to lead him by the hand.

  He motioned with his head and I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. I took it one step further by dropping the pretense of the little black dress at my feet. I stepped over the bunched up material and walked with no shame in my birthday suit.

  I steeled my nerves and then I jumped up onto the railing with my feet dangling over the side. It was a 10-foot drop down to the manicured lawn below. I suddenly flashed on Miguel, the gardener wearing no shirt. John was going to be the Pandora’s Box to my libido. Once it was opened there was no chance of closing it.

  He was going back and forth with his tongue flitting from one to the other. He was a honeybee in the process of pollinating one flower and then moving on.

  I found myself on the receiving end of him paying particular attention to my wide open legs. He wasn’t just doing it out of gratitude or going through the motions. He was an avid student and he had already surpassed our expectations.

  “I’m almost there… I need you… I need…” I lost my train of thought and it was lucky I had the semblance of mind to wrap my legs around his head.

  I was practically leaning over the side as I pounded a drum against his back with my bare feet. I pulled his hair and his moan of discomfort vibrated along my lower extremities.

  I had no idea how long it lasted, but he continually enhanced it by slipping his oral digit into me relentlessly. Business was one thing, but pleasure took on a whole different meaning when we had him at our beck and call.

  He helped me down from the ledge and the danger of physical harm turned things up a notch.

  “I’m going to send you the dry cleaning bill for this.” She had taken it off and I could see the way that her skin glistened. “Normally, I would be cross with you, but I can’t deny the results.” He was sporting an erection and was standing there stroking it like he couldn’t keep his hands off of himself.

  I became an unbiased observer, sitting down and watching him do what he did when he was alone in his bedroom. It was the first time I had ever seen anything like it and I was completely awestruck.

  “You can send me anything you want and I would agree to anything right about now.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of him and I constantly shifted my legs trying to find a comfortable position.

  “Julie, this is definitely a performance worth the price of admission. I’ve only seen this on the Internet. It’s far better when it’s in living color.” We were both captured spectators and he didn’t even know that he had an audience. His eyes were closed and I was taking notes on the way that he was corkscrewing his fingers at the top.

  The telltale sound of his hands working himself into a frothy frenzy wasn’t lost on either one of us. We found ourselves sticking our fingers inside our hot holes and matching the pace of his long and deliberate strokes.

  “I love a man who doesn’t mind putting on a show. I feel like I’m burning up inside and he has exactly what is needed to put out my fire. That big hose needs to be put to good use.” The sound of my voice startled him and made him open his eyes. He looked down at his hands and the blush on his cheeks confirmed that he really had no control.

  “I’m going to fuck the both of you. I have no personal preference which one goes first. I’m going to leave that up to you to decide amongst yourselves.” We both raised our hands at the same time.

  “We both have a legitimate claim and the only fair way to decide is rock, paper, and scissors.” This was my idea and she seemed amenable.

  It was a juvenile game, but this one had far reaching implications. I was either going to take his cherry or be left with sloppy seconds.

  I had to get in her head and determine which one she was going to use to knock her out of contention. I prepared myself mentally. She was shaking her fingers and her whole body to get into the right frame of mind.

  “I hope that you are ready to go down.” I stifled a snicker remembering being on my knees and servicing the young man’s needs. “I didn’t mean that. Get your head out of the gutter.” Secretly, I could tell that John was enjoying the way that we were fighting for the right to be with him for his first time. He probably would’ve loved it, even more, had we oiled each other up and wrestled for it.

  “You don’t have to fight over me and there’s more than enough to go around.” We squared off with our hands ready to choose the weapon. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion and my scissors conquered her paper.

  I saw the disappointment in her eyes and as she was just going to have to get over it. I suddenly felt weightless and I was over his shoulders. The view from where I was hanging was something that made the juices inside me boil. I thought steam was literally going to come out of my ears.

  Chapter Six

  He deposited me on the black marble island in the kitchen. Taking a hold of my feet, he sucked each toe with his cock head getting a profound kiss from my lips. I was lying there in a compromising position when Jessica decided to lend a hand. She was right there to feed me his elongated condition.

  “I’m not going to let my jealousy ruin a good thing.” She drooled her hot spit down over the length of him before putting him into position. He looked like he was going to faint and then his shaft was being introduced to the womanly caress of my sex.

  “It comes so naturally like breathing.” This was our way of starting over and the injection of beef between his legs was a daunting proposition. “I’m only halfway in and it’s taking everything in me not to just fuck you senseless.” The lips held him tightly and the vacuum of my desire pulled him in along the silky walls of my hot hole.

  “Don’t ever say that I didn’t do anything for you.” She had ulterior motives.

  I had my hands on his body and I was not going to give up the fight until we were both exhausted beyond words.

  Jessica was right beside me sitting on the island with her feet firmly planted and her knees spread quite provocatively.

  “Remember t
hat I’m here and I don’t see any reason why you can’t share the wealth.” I had my hand on his chest preventing him from continuing his pursuit of pleasure. We were both looking at each other and then he pulled out all the way with an audible pop.

  I nodded my head in consent and he moved to where her spread legs were waiting for him. This time there was nothing gentle about his approach. He let himself go and buried it in one continuous thrust of his hips.

  “Fuck me… I wasn’t ready for that.” He was like the energizer bunny and he gave her at least a dozen strokes before relinquishing his claim.

  I knew the empty feeling, but that was soon replaced by being stuffed full like a Turkey. He had my hands entwined in his own with my legs dangling over his shoulders. He was firing on all cylinders and it was a good thing that I had gotten one out of the chamber earlier by going down on him.

  “I know that you can feel that, John. The way that my muscles twist around you is nothing compared to when I am going to cum with a fiery intensity. Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll find out shortly what I mean.” His shaft was rubbing up against my clit which had become quite enlarged during this encounter.

  “This is nothing like what I have read and seen on the Internet. The real thing is far superior to my hand.” He was bottoming out each time and then he pulled out slowly to make me feel every inch until only the head remained inside the oven of my lust.

  “I feel that it’s time that we both live with no regrets. I want to live by the seat of my pants never quite knowing what’s going to happen from one day to the next. John will come with us on this ride and we will reward him handsomely for his efforts.” I did believe in a higher power and when one door closed a window opened. John was our window of opportunity and we had each other to fuel us into action.

  “Jessica, I can’t even think straight and all the blood in my head has made its way down to below my waist.” I was having trouble keeping my thoughts together and his pace had quickened. He must have remembered that I wasn’t the only one in the room. It showed amazing fortitude for him to pull free of my iron grip.

  “Oh, my god…fuck me… do it until I can’t walk the same way.” She was pushing herself up against him and I purposely got down on my feet almost collapsing underneath my own weight. I bent over in front of him and gave him a target to spear with his love lance.

  “This is my favorite position and there’s only one way to find out if it’s yours.” I was so close and it wasn’t going to take much to send me over the edge. I was hanging by a thread and he was looking at me while at the same time plugging her solid.

  “Don’t you fucking even think about it.” It was too late and he was already moving in behind me. He made a growl of an animal and then my feet literally came off the floor. I felt his hand on the small of my back holding me in place.

  “I still can’t get over the way that you fill me up.” It felt wrong to corrupt his young mind, but I was too far gone to give a damn.

  “I know that you’re doing that on purpose.” I was using those muscles to give him a unique massage. I was squeezing the daylights out of him rhythmically to excite every inch of his member.

  What I was doing was having a profound side effect which made my body short circuit in pleasure. The electrical charges striking in pulses along my limbs were making him feel the same thing.

  “I can’t stop it and I don’t want to.” Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that my best friend and I would be seducing the youth of America.

  His seed was about to erupt and I grabbed hold of him at the moment it was going to happen. Jessica was not about to be left out and we both milked him dry. The ferocity coming from his loins fired point blank at my clit covering it in his creamy goodness.

  Jessica took matters into her own hands or in this case in her mouth. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and went after what he had deposited. The heat of his discharge in combination with her tongue flickering along my flesh was enough to send me spiraling into a second and more explosive moment of truth.

  He had fallen to his knees like he was giving praise to Jesus. No words were spoken. He left soon after leaving us to laugh like idiots.

  We still couldn’t believe it really happened. I was tempted to pinch myself, but the evidence of our union was the puffy pink lips of a well-fucked hole.

  We convinced him to move in with us into the very house that I had shared with my husband. We had a custom made bed made for the three of us. We even found time to express our feelings in the office, but that’s another story to be told at another time.

  Story 6

  The weather in southern California was unseasonably warm for December. In fact, it felt more like a sweltering summer day when Declan Moyer pulled up into the driveway of his father’s house in Santa Monica.

  Then again, he thought maybe he just wasn’t used to it after spending a semester on the east coast, attending school in Pennsylvania. His mother and stepfather had settled in New York a few years ago and he had spent the majority of his first semester in New York, not bothering to return home to California for Thanksgiving or Christmas.

  As he put his car into park, he glimpsed one of his neighbors in the next driveway. He was hardly out of the car when he noticed that she’d already made her way over and was standing only a few inches in front of him.

  “Deck!” she greeted him with a bright smile. “It’s good to see you!”

  “Hey, Jessie,” he smiled down at the quintessential girl next door. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulder and her bikini top and denim cut off shorts left little to the imagination. Growing up next door to Jessie for most of his life, she’d always been an attractive girl. His eyes skimmed down her subtle curves for a moment before his eyes snapped back up to greet hers. It was obvious she’d realized he’d been appraising her physical appearance and he felt his face grow hot with embarrassment.

  “Are you here for New Year’s Eve?”

  “I am,” he told her.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re here. None of us really thought that you’d come back after that fight you had with your dad.”

  Declan looked away, the only reason he’d returned to California was to grab some of the things he’d left behind before going to college and because his mother had insisted that it was the right thing to do. Only three weeks after leaving for his first semester, his father had seemingly met a new woman and fallen in love – marrying her without even discussing it with Declan, let alone introducing her to him. The fight that had proceeded had been bitter and one of the main reasons he hadn’t returned home since.

  Jessie seemed to realize that she’d misspoken and reached out to touch his arm.

  “If you need any company while you’re here, maybe you can come find me tomorrow at midnight,” she suggested and Declan felt his heart pulse a bit faster.

  For the majority of his adolescence, he’d been awkward. He’d grown faster than most boys his age and spent several years being far too lanky. It had only really been his senior year of high school that he’d filled out a bit more, putting more effort into his appearance and spending time at the gym. During his last few months in California, girls like Jessie had spent more time noticing him, but he’d been focusing on leaving for school and then after moving to Pennsylvania, he’d spent more of his time focusing on class than on girls to date. Plus, he figured if he met the girl that was worth prioritizing, he would know.

  Still, Jessie’s very obvious suggestion made his lips twitch into a sheepish smile. He nodded at her but then gestured to the front door.

  “I should go put my stuff inside, but I’ll talk to you later?” he replied. Jessie nodded, stepping back and offering him a coy smile.

  Grabbing his bags from the trunk of his car, he made his way inside of the house. He was immediately struck with how much had changed in the months that he’d been away. It almost seemed as though the house where he’d grown up as a boy was long gone. Frowning at the thought, he
kicked the door closed loudly. “Dad?” he called out. “I’m home.”

  “Your father’s not here, Declan,” a voice called out, causing him to stiffen. “He’s been away for work for the past few days, but his flight should be getting in soon.”

  He realized that it was his new stepmother calling to him from somewhere within the house. He scowled a bit and followed the sound of her voice towards the kitchen. The refrigerator was open and he couldn’t see her but she continued talking. “We’re going out tomorrow night for New Year’s Eve, if you’d like to join us. And tonight, your father told me that you like Chinese food so I was thinking of ordering in that way we could get to know each other more,” she explained, stepping back and closing the refrigerator so that he could get his first look at her.

  He froze, his eyes widening ever so slightly as he looked at her. She was in her late 30’s, making her younger than his mother. It seemed obvious to him why his father had married her, as well.