Threesomed 2

by New Dawning Books

I couldn't see them, but from the movement and sounds I realized she'd leaned forward and kissed her husband, who at that moment ground his cock deep in me to his hilt and pushed as if it could go further. His cock pulsated as he writhed and squirmed shooting his jism into the latex sheath. Convulsing, he shouted, "Christ, I cuming too!" as he drove into me, trapping my clit between us in a brutal caress.

  Inevitably, I joined my two partners in a simultaneous three-way orgasm. Slowly a wave of tingly pleasure strands swept through my body and mind, followed by another and another, each increasing in tempo and length. Building in my loins, the feeling spread outward, increasing in intensity, overpowering me. When the heavy artillery slammed into me, like a tornado, I blurted out, "Fuck, guys, I’m cuming too!" as my movements suddenly grew frantic and erratic.

  Twisting and writhing, I arched my back and pushed my cunt back into his rigid meat. I wriggled and squirmed underneath my partners until they were no longer above me but hugging me in a pile of nakedness.

  The occasional pleasure tremor still coursed through me when Jeff, on my right, kissed me. "You were everything I thought you would be."

  Jenna on my left kissed me and said, "Yes you were. Everything and more."

  Teasing her upright nipple, I kissed her back. "You were too. I really like having sex with you and Jeff. I guess that makes me bi-sexual."

  Jeff rolled back from us roaring with laughter. "I guess that makes both of you switch hitters."

  Jenna reached across me and punched Jeff in the arm. "And you love it, you voyeur."

  "Guilty as charged. You don't hear me complaining, do you? What do you girls want to do now?"

  I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm kinda new on the girl/girl thing." I angled to Jenna. "What do you want to do, sweetie?"

  "Yeah, we're going to have to research what girls do. In the meantime, watching you guys banging away made me want to get fucked.

  For Jenna's hubby to fuck her, she and I had to get Jeffery hard again, a task we relished. Together we went after his dick like we had on the boat, with gusto. It didn't take long and when his audacious shaft reached for the sky, Jenna lined up in front of him on her elbows and knees. "Lisa, why don't you lie in front of me and spread your legs. There's no reason while Jeff bones me from behind, you should be left out."

  So with the three of us in a row—me face up, Jenna face down in my pussy and Jeff from behind—we went at it. Having already came, Jeff, had more stamina and he fucked Jenna like a stallion. We all had orgasms, but not simultaneously. I came first, so I scooted under Jenna and licked her clit while Jeff stroked her from above. Jenna seemed love it and did the same to me, though it was a bit jerky with the pounding she received.

  Something brushed against my hair. Seconds later it touched my forehead. I glanced up. The view of Jeffery's salami sized cock slamming in and out of Jenna's stretched-out cunt lips, up close and personal, was something to behold. Whatever was striking my head did so again. When I realized it was Jeffery's ball sack that was striking me, I almost laughed.

  The point of penetration drew my gaze again. Intrigued and aroused, I closed my fist lightly around his reciprocating shaft at the point of attack—the mouth of Lisa's pussy. My hand grew wet from their mingled fuck juices.

  This is what Jeff just did to me. Suddenly, a strong carnal feeling came over me, so with assistance from Jenna's talented tongue, I had another grand climax—my third of the night. Being naughty is so much fun.

  The juices had so covered my hand that they ran down my arm. I licked them off and ran my hand around Jenna's bottom. When my forefinger located her butt hole, I ran my finger around her anal star. When Jenna groaned I dipped my finger in to the first knuckle. When her groaning increased, I shoved my finger in as far as it would go and Jenna went bananas. "Ahh eeeha!" She rose up on her hands and writhing and twisting, yelled, "Oh, my God, I'm having the climax of the Century!"

  With his cock buried in his Jenna's pussy, Jeff paused while his wife enjoyed orgasmic bliss. After she grew calmer, Jeff began to fuck her again. I was still in a prime position so once again I watched as his cock drilled my friend's cunt.

  Once again something brushed against my hair. Knowing what it was, I reached up and grabbed his testicles. "Squeeze them." He said.

  "What?"

  "Squeeze them. I'd like you to squeeze them."

  I did as he asked and his scrotum started to retract into his cock.

  I squeezed the harder.

  "That's it. Oh yes, I'm coming. Christ it feels good." Trembling, he moved erratically as the wild sensations coursed through him.

  To my shock Jenna jerked forward and rolled to the side. When Jeff's cock began to spurt globs of thick jism, Jenna directed, "On Lisa's breasts. Come on her beautiful breasts."

  "Why, I asked.

  "Because I love your breasts and I want to lick Jeff's cum off them."

  When Jeff was finished depositing his spunk on and around my breasts, he dropped to the bed.

  Jenna inched beside me, scooped up a wad of cum off my breast and sucked it off her finger. "Mmm."

  "Was it good?"

  "Ah-huh. You want a taste?"

  "Please."

  Jenna scooped up another wad and pushed it between my open lips. I sucked it off her finger. "It is good. Jeff you want some?"

  "No thanks. I'm trying to quit."

  Jenna and I laughed.

  Jenna grew excited. "Ooh. Here's a nice big glob on your nipple." She leaned down and sucked my nipple clean. "Girl, I'm sure jealous of your breasts."

  "Sweetheart, I love your breasts." I scooped a wad off one of my breasts and placed it on one of her hard jutting nipples, then sucked it off. "Your breasts are smaller, but they're shaped perfect. Aren't they Jeff?"

  "I think so."

  Jenna smiled as she leaned in for a kiss. "Thank you babe. What would you like to do now?"

  "I'm doing it."

  Jenna frowned. "What."

  "Watching two hot girls have fun together."

  I giggled. "We are having fun aren't we?"

  And watch us Jeff did. For the next hour we performed various acts of girl love including scissoring, joint masturbation with vibrating dildos and finally sixty nine.

  When we finished, exhausted and tired, Jeffery joined with us and we fell asleep together.

  The End

  ~ Slut! ~

  A new Erotic Story of Obsession

  By

  La Marchesa

  Copyright © 2011 La Marchesa

  Part One

  I’d never done anything this crazy. Meeting a man—a stranger—without even knowing what he looks like. Yet here I was, waiting, for him to pick me up at a bus stop, anxious, but excited, filled with apprehension and…need.

  The scheduled bus stopped and the people who'd been waiting, climbed aboard. I glanced at my watch. He'd said one o'clock and it was a quarter after. He'd better hurry, I don't have all day.

  Finally, a late model SUV pulled up to the curb and rolled down the passenger window. A pleasant looking, thirty-something, blue-eyed man with a sandy colored receding hairline and a flirty smile leaned over. "Are you 'restive mom'?"

  Purse in hand, I nodded and rose. I was about to do it. My nipples swelled and between my legs, warmth emerged. Once I get in that car, there's no turning back. Wobbly kneed, I edged up to the car. "You must be 'easy Ed'."

  His smile widened. "That's my handle."

  I opened the door and hopped in. As I buckled my seatbelt, he took off with a jolt. "Sorry I was late."

  His car traveled forty miles per hour. No chickening out now.

  Not that I want to.

  "We have to hurry, my four year old will be dropped off from pre-school, at five-thirty."

  "Don't worry. I'll see you get home on time."

  I looked him over. He wore jeans and a polo shirt. His build was wiry and athletic. I sensed he might be a good lay.

  What in Christ's name am I doing?

  He
held out a sleep mask. "Put this on."

  I reached in my purse and pulled out the Mardi Gras mask I'd had for years. "I brought a mask."

  Since we both wanted to remain anonymous and because he was taking me to where he lived, I'd agreed in advance to be blindfolded.

  "That's fine for when we get there, but for now wear this."

  I nodded and slipped the sleep mask over my eyes. Darkness overtook me, and with the darkness, my mind raced.

  Easy Ed and I met on the internet a few weeks previous. At first, the flirty messages we exchanged seemed innocent enough. Even when they became suggestive, I thought nothing of it. Sure, they turned me on, but I handled it. But not today. Today was different. Today my dark, primal lust, had returned with a vengeance as if a feral Beast which hid in the depths of me had been released to play havoc in my life.

  Though my hunger, when it came, was great, I'd never indulged it. I was a married woman, after all. After an uptight miserable day or two, it would pass. Then I'd go back to being a bored housewife and mother, banishing the hunger from my thoughts until it struck again.

  This time when the need came upon me, it was more compelling than ever. This time fingers or vibrators would no longer suffice. I sought comfort from my internet friend. Easy Ed seemed almost clairvoyant. He sensed my yearning and seemed to know what I needed.

  His last message—his wicked naughty proposition—got to me, releasing the wanton lust that resided in me. Easy Ed, a man I never met, put my hunger into words. Mesmerized, I'd stared at my laptop, digested the debauched scenario he laid out in great detail. By the second time I'd read it the tiny ember of lust that rested within my nether regions had burst into flame. As images of what he suggested floated though my brain, like a pornographic movie, my panties grew wetter and wetter and by the fifth and final time—right before I typed in "Yes"—my pussy was aflame with need. His final message read, My cell number is 702–555-1243. Call me!

  His voice was mellow and deep, "This is Ed," kind of sexy

  "It's me—restive mom."

  "Are you sure you want to do this."

  "Most of me wants to. There's a smidgeon of doubt."

  "Okay, we'll go forward. Is there a bus stop near you?"

  "About a half mile away, at Deerfield and Seventh."

  "All right, I'll make the arrangements and pick you up at one. You won't stand me up will you?"

  I didn't answer right away, causing him to continue. "If you aren't sure, let me know now."

  I took a deep breath. "I'll be there."

  "That's my girl. And don't touch yourself. It will spoil everything. Let your obsession build—I want your libido to ferment and grow within you."

  The car continued, occasionally stopping for what I surmised were stop signs or red lights.

  I could jump out of the car and run.

  No. This is the first time, you're trying to do something about the Beast—the Beast that resides within you.

  Neither of us spoke. Oddly, I found this lack of communication disconcerting and my sky high anxiety, actually increased.

  There was no reason for this. After all, we didn't know each other and despite what we about to do, we wanted to keep our anonymity intact.

  Yet, I was so nervous, my limbs trembled. I regarded the situation I'd frivolously allowed myself to get into. I was headed for I knew not where with a man who, except for a hundred or so missives over the internet, I'd never met and didn't know. What am I getting myself into?

  He could be a sadist. Oh my God! He could be a killer! After riding in silence and semi-fear for ten minutes, I blurted. "You wouldn't hurt me, would you?"

  He laughed—a pleasant laugh. "Don't worry…ah, hmm, restive mom is awkward. Make up a name for me to call you."

  What could he call me? I felt naughty, like a whore. "Call me, Trixie."

  He chucked. "Trixie. I like that. I would never hurt you, Trixie. I only have one goal. To give you what you crave, what you've yearned for, but were always too…shall we say conventional to try."

  I calmed down, slightly, exchanging my nervousness for increased arousal. By now, my twitching pussy boiled like a three minute egg while profusely seeping fuck juice from my weeping hole. Trying to get my mind off my soaked panties and what I'd agreed to do, I asked, "Are you married?"

  "Does it matter?"

  Rebuffed, I tried another tact, "How much longer."

  He snickered, then I sensed the vehicle turn and stop. A long second later, heard a garage door opener. "We're here."

  Shivers ran the length of my arms and legs as imaginary creatures padded up and down my spine.

  He pulled the SUV into the garage and closed the overhead door. The driver's door opened and I pictured Ed getting out and coming around to my side. As I realized my juices had even soaked through my jeans, I felt between my legs. Then the door jerked open, giving me a start.

  This was it. There was no turning back. I was going to do it. What about Robert?

  This is not about my husband. This is about me. I need this.

  A flush of heat coursed through me as Ed grabbed the hand that had just been on my wet crotch. Pointlessly, I worried he might smell my arousal on my and then his hand.

  "You haven't changed your mind, have you?"

  I shook my head, swung my feet to the right and lowered them until they touched ground. I stood and tried to recall what this man looked like, but could only remember his characteristics.

  Still holding my hand, he led me. I heard a door open and his hand led me forward. "Watch your step, here."

  The toe of my shoe bumped a step and I raised my foot.

  After leading me into what smelled like a kitchen, he stopped and removed the sleep mask. "You don't need this anymore."

  It was so bright I covered my eyes with a hand and gradually let the light slip between my fingers.

  "You're trembling. Would you like something to calm your nerves."

  "Hmm. Maybe, like what?"

  He shrugged. "Xantax, pot, whisky, a beer?"

  I shook my head. "Drugs or pot will dull my senses. I'll have whisky."

  He pulled a bottle of Jack Daniels and a short glass out of the cupboard, poured the glass a third full. "Ice?"

  I shook my head and picked up the glass. I studied it for a second, then threw the nasty tasting liquid down my throat in one gulp. Almost immediately, as my throat and stomach warmed, I began to calm. "I'm ready."

  "You can put your fancy mask on now, if you wish."

  My nerves, which had been a-flutter, were still edgy, consequently my kidneys were ready to burst. "Not yet. Let's go into your bedroom. I need to relieve myself and then I want to get undressed and come out naked, wearing only the mask—ready to be ravished."

  He laughed and led me down a hall and into a typical master bedroom, with a four post king-sized bed, nightstand, dresser, and mirrored wardrobe with one striking difference—a six-inch chain dangled from each post.

  He looked me over. "I see you're wet."

  I felt the flush return. "Yeah, well. I've had a lot of time to think about what's going to happen."

  He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows. "That's good."

  "Don't I know it. The restroom?"

  He hitched his head toward a door. "The bath is through that door."

  I nodded. "How many did you get?"

  "Four."

  "Only four?"

  He dipped his head and a single eyebrow. "I didn't have much time.

  "Where are they?"

  "You…let me worry about that."

  I shrugged and headed toward the indicated door. "I'll be out in a couple of minutes."

  I unzipped my designer jeans and wriggled them over my hips and ass. Next, I sat on the water closet, removed my three-inch heeled sandals, and then slid my tight jeans and panties down and over my feet. When I finished, feeling much relieved, I rose and hung my jeans from a hook on the back of the door.

  After edging up to the long, faux marble v
anity, I pulled my fancy mask from my purse and slipped it on. The pink satin and gold trimmed mask had three matching butterflies floating across the top and complemented my long brunette hair perfectly. My warm brown eyes were also visible through the generous eye-slits. Anxious to see how I looked wearing the mask the way Ed would see me—naked—I hurriedly unbuttoned and removed my blouse.

  As I reached for my bra hooks, Ed, slipped in, naked and aroused, carrying a shoebox. He studied my reflection as I studied his. He was lean and wiry, but muscular. Except for a six-inch patch of hair between his pecs, he had no hair. Even his nice sized, erect, cock was hairless.

  Mmm, the better to suck you, lover.

  "I brought you some things to…whoa, look at you. You are fucking gorgeous."

  Semi-embarrassed a flush of heat surged though me. I turned to him. "You like my mask?"

  "I like the whole package." After setting the box on the vanity, he pulled out and held up what looked like a leather dog collar with chrome spikes, even down to the ring for the leash. "This is for you."

  As he installed the collar around my neck, I asked, "What is it?"

  "It's a slave collar. It's part of the scene. It's more for effect than actual use."

  Next, he wrapped matching leather cuffs around my wrists. "When we go back in the bedroom, you must obey every command I give you and every time you speak to me, address me as Sir. You understand?"

  I knew this was part of the bdsm scene. "I think so."

  "Good. Now pick a safe word."

  I sensed my brow furrow. "What do you mean?"

  "A safe word. A safe word is for your protection. Pick one that won't be confused with anything that might go on in a scene. If you don't like what is going on, say the safe word and it ends the scene."

  "How about Timbuktu."

  He laughed. "That's a good one. It certainly won't be confused with anything going on. Now, out of the bedroom, you are Trixie, but in the bedroom I need to call you something else."

  "Like what?"

  "That's what I'm asking you. Doms call their subs, things like, slave, bitch, cunt, whore, slut—"