‘A good big one,’ says O maliciously, the cow. ‘Like that one you’ve got there. I think Sophie’s well used to taking things up there.’
‘I think you’re right. Is she right, Sophie?’
‘Yes.’ I jerk my pelvis trying to get the fingers that are resting on my clit back into action.
It gets a consolatory pat, then he releases his thumb from my bum and picks up the plug.
Its lubricated tip glides into the crevice and sits at the twisted knot of flesh it is designed to breach. While it rests there, Mal returns to work on my cunt, stroking my clit with an unbearably gentle touch.
‘Oh.’ A wavelet of panic washes over me as the plug makes its first ease forwards, opening me just a little bit.
‘It’s going in, Sophie. It’s going all the way in. Don’t fight it.’
Fighting it is the last thing on my mind. I embrace the plug; I want to feel that unfeasible stretch, that obscene fullness. I want all of that and more.
The first inch tests my sphincter muscles and doesn’t find them wanting. They retract and grant access, twitching involuntarily.
Mal presses harder on my clit, maintaining a rhythmic stroke. ‘You can take this,’ he says.
‘I know.’
‘Good. You’re doing very well.’
At the pit of my stomach I feel a sharp tug towards orgasm. I work at heading it off – it feels too soon, stimulated though I am. I want to hold on, wait till the plug is in, then get the full sensation all the way through my lower half.
Mal pushes it further but he is excruciatingly slow. When he gets to the painful point, with the widest part of the plug right there at my entrance, he starts to twist it. I go a bit crazy and start humping his fingers. He keeps twisting, keeps twisting while I make incoherent noises of helpless dismay.
‘You don’t get to control this, Sophie,’ he reminds me gleefully. ‘I’m setting the pace. I’m giving you what I think you deserve.’
But he relents and pushes it along, letting my sphincter seal up by increments until the flange rests against it and I am filled. Only then do I let myself sink into the pleasure on offer. His fingers draw out a flood of white heat, lighting up my cunt, and the presence of the plug in my rear enhances the feeling to almost unbearable dimensions.
‘Now, now,’ he mutters, lifting his legs and rolling with me on to the bed. ‘I want you now.’
The sensible arrangement of limbs is too difficult for me in my lust-weakened state. I lie there and let Mal pose me to his satisfaction, finding myself eventually on my stomach with my legs apart and my arms still tied behind my back.
Mal climbs on top, trousers discarded, and pushes his rubbered cock up between my thighs and then into the target. Once he is inside, he closes my thighs again and pushes himself back and forth in the tightness, his balls bumping gently against my skin. Double-penetrated, I slip into bliss, having no other responsibility than to just lie there and take it. Take it, take it, take it.
His abdomen covers my sore, plugged bottom, pressing down on it as he makes his stealthy thrusts. I am a vessel, a receptacle, made to accept cock.
Another one, the last in a long line. How many cocks has it been now?
It’s easily in the hundreds; perhaps I have passed the one thousand mark. If so, I’ll never know, because I don’t keep score. But the thought of all those satisfied cocks pleases me. Fat and thin, long and short, curved and stumpy, all lining up to shoot their loads into my tight dark cavern. They have taught me so much about myself. They have taught me that I need them.
But I never needed the men attached to them, never a one, until now.
When Mal finishes fucking me I will thank him politely and we will part as friends. And then I will want Lloyd. He is the cock-attachment for me.
Mal plays with the plug in my bottom while he fucks me until I roar into a second orgasm, a total wipeout that erases the memories from my brain.
He comes himself and lies down flat on my back, kissing my damp neck.
‘You’re a good girl, Sophie,’ he says. ‘You really work that cunt of yours.’
‘Thanks.’
We lie there yawning for a bit longer while I feel my back passage contracting and cramping around the plug. Mal pulls out and smacks my bum, making the silicone invader jolt upwards again.
The removal of the plug is a long and arduous affair. He makes me feel every tiny speck of it, unravelling me with spectacular effect until I am whimpering and begging for mercy. I always hate this bit.
‘Do you feel you’ve been properly punished?’ he asks me.
‘Well and truly.’ The plug pops out. My anus gapes and twitches, missing it already.
‘What next?’
‘I’m going to lie down. I fancy a show, actually. Mal, could you wash that plug while Jake and Rachael give us something to look at?’
Jake’s tongue slips out of Rachael’s mouth and hangs out of his own, joining his popping eyes in an expression of general gormlessness. ‘Eh? You want to watch me?’
‘Yeah. I want to see you get your kink on.’
‘I’ve never done this kind of thing.’
‘No, but Rachael’s an expert. She knows her stuff. She’ll help you out. Won’t you, Rach?’
‘If you want me to,’ she says. ‘I’ll do whatever you want.’
‘Anything?’ Jake asks.
‘Most things. You just have to give the order.’
‘I’m not used to giving orders. Apart from “stop running by the pool”, that kind of thing.’
‘You’ll get the hang of it. Guys usually do.’
She puts her hands on his arms and begins to lower herself to her knees, letting her palms run along the sides of Jake’s body as she bobs down.
She looks so gorgeous on her knees. I love her profile with its lush curves, its spillage of flesh, its tight lacing and soft lips. I can’t wait to see what Jake will do with her.
‘How can I please you, sir?’ she says softly.
Jake looks terrified. Then he takes a breath, pushes back his shoulders and says, ‘Suck it.’
‘Would you like me to take it out first, sir?’
Jake shrugs. ‘I would have thought that was obvious.’ He’s taking to the sarcastic tone beloved of some masters.
She pulls down his jeans and boxers and falls to worshipping the erect cock they reveal. He puts a hand behind him on the chest of drawers for support, impressed by her repertoire of skills. She caresses his balls and breathes a gentle path up his shaft, occasionally allowing her tongue tip to dart out along the way.
Jake arches his spine backwards, both hands on the chest now, eyes tending to heaven. Rachael’s parted lips close over his cock and his fingers grip tight. She holds it still in her mouth, waiting for his instruction.
‘I said,’ he gasps, ‘suck it.’
I admire the smooth and effortless rhythm she establishes, her head bobbing back and forth. Jake finds his inner dom and begins to thrust in time with her. Lesser submissives might gag. Rachael never does. I’d call her a mistress of the art, but she wouldn’t like that.
Her impeccable technique brings Jake to his knees in just a couple of minutes. He slides down the chest of drawers, taking Rachael on to the floor with him, groaning mightily.
Once she has licked off every last drop of his semen, she turns around on her hands and knees, pulls up her burlesque skirt and presents her naked rump.
‘If I did not please you, please punish me, sir,’ she says.
Jake, goggle-eyed and still a bit floppy, just stares for a moment or two. ‘Is that what you want?’ he asks uncertainly.
Mal laughs from the bed. ‘You know she does. Get your belt out of your jeans and give her a warm-up.’
Jake pulls out the brown leather strap and rises to his knees. He looks from the belt to Rachael’s bum, back and forth, as if assessing his capacity for the job.
Eventually, he wraps the belt around his hand and gives her the lightest little flick,
hardly using any of his wrist in the motion.
‘Harder, please,’ she says respectfully.
‘I don’t think I can,’ he apologises. ‘No offence to Mal, but I don’t really get the thing about hurting girls. What if I just spank you with my hand a bit?’
‘That’s perfectly acceptable, sir.’
He is the limpest spanker I’ve ever seen, but he falls into his stride after a few floundering taps and I can see that Rachael is getting into it too. We cheer him along from the sidelines until he is grinning and confident, and he begins to make serious palm prints.
‘Nothing like a good spanking is there?’ I say idly to Mal, who agrees, of course.
Lincoln and O join us on the bed, and then we fall into a delicious sticky mess of body parts, joining and disconnecting, his, hers, theirs. Sometimes we don’t know which bit belongs to whom, and the joy is in not caring. Jake and Rachael pile on at some point and, eventually, so do Lloyd and Jade.
I mash my face into widespread pussies while somebody’s cock bangs at me from behind, or I ease another prick into my arse while a delicate female tongue laps at my clit or my nipples. I get stretched and slapped, kissed and caressed, frigged and fucked until my skin is rubbed raw and my breath runs out.
Somebody pulls a muscle and somebody else falls off the bed. A spring goes in the mattress and we all have to slide onto the floor. Through the thicket of limbs and cocks and tits, I make my way, slowly but inexorably, to Lloyd.
And that’s where I end up. It’s where I think I’ll always end up.
At 3 a.m. we all don complimentary bathrobes and go to the fitness suite, where Jake unlocks the hot tub. The hot tub where Lloyd and I first made out.
We sit in the bubbles, sipping fizzy wine and letting our bodies uncoil and recover from the feast of sex. Jake has reinvented himself as a dom – I rather think he fancies himself as Rachael’s dom – and he sits with his arm around her, asking her endless questions about what she has done in her life. It’s cute and perhaps it would work, but I’m not sure Jake has the imagination to take it as far as Rachael would want him to. Perhaps she’s best sticking with her regular roster of casual masters.
Lincoln and Jade sit side by side, in heavy-lidded trances, listening to the conversations around them. Lincoln might meet somebody one day. Well, to be fair, he already has. He meets somebody every day. But perhaps one day the somebody will tempt him to stick around instead of moving on to the next tight Lycra-clad bum.
As for Jade, she loves her flings. Especially flinging herself at every Big Name that ever books out the top floor. She has a list of starry conquests as long as her arm – in fact, some of them are tattooed on it. She enjoys herself. They enjoy themselves. Who could ask for anything more?
As for Mal and O, linked together by arms and legs, they are a couple whose symbiosis pleases me. His dominance, her submission, their steadfast loyalty and harmonious energy – these seem like things to aspire to. Like Lloyd and I, they flow in and out of other people’s sex lives, leaving only enrichment and happy memories in their wake. None of the debris of jealousy or insecurity floats in their slipstream. I wonder how they do it. I shall ask them.
And that just leaves Lloyd and I. We are together, but we are inclusive. We love life, we love sex, and we want to share our love with other people. It’s not traditional and it’s not for everyone but it’s right for us. Whatever opprobrium society wants to level at us we can handle as long as we are with each other.
And really, what are we doing wrong?
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