by Неизвестный
In the cab Luca sits between Jasper and I, they are chatting amiably enough but I feel the tension in his frame. He was expecting to bend me over on the fireside rug and fuck me from behind with my stockings still on. Well, he’ll just have to wait a bit, that’s all. It’s not like my drunken libido will fail me any time soon. Something about the male voices throwing jocular chat back and forth has me floating on a soft cloud of contented need. I close my eyes and sink into the leather upholstery imagining myself between them, wishing I was smaller and more breakable. Visualizing being pounded front and back by two rock hard men, all grunts and sinew as they take their lustful pleasures, only stopping to slap my arse for my disobedience when I cry out in sweet exquisite agony.
Whoa, where did that come from? I sit up straight and press the button to open the window. Night air gushes in and the men protest.
“Sorry, sorry, just the alcohol taking effect, I guess.” I put the window back up suddenly aware of my own arousal. I feel like it is buzzing from every pore making itself very, very obvious.
I peer over and Jasper is showing something to Luca. Luca reaches out but Jasper snatches whatever it is away. Looks like some sort of chocolate. You know, the type posh hotels put on the pillow. Or so I’ve heard. Never quite made it to one of those hotels….
“Is it hot in here?” I shift uneasily feeling sweat prickle over my nape and shoulders. That image keeps flicking into my mind. Jasper leans past Luca and smiles at me with a very wicked smile on his face.
“This could become quite interesting,” he says, nudging Luca as he settles back into his seat. The chatter has faded and a strange uneasy tension fills the back of the taxi. My eyes flick to Luca’s knee and I’m sure I see Jasper quickly pull his hand away. Something odd is going on.
I’m glad when we stumble out into the cold air and onto the pavement. The taxi driver has a massive grin on his face as he drives off and I assume it’s down to Jasper’s tipping generosity. Goosebumps raise on every part of my body as we climb the stairs. I opt to go first and I can feel the heat of the gaze of both men as they eye up my stockinged legs and higher to my ass. I can’t help it – I sashay a little deeper into my hips and arousal wells in the pit of my abdomen. My knickers are damp, I can smell them. I ought to be embarrassed but I’m not at all. It’s the strangest thing. The smell is combined with a cocoa fragrance and as we reach our door I glance back only to see Jasper feeding Luca one of the chocolates he was holding in the taxi.
What the hell?
His lips engulf the melting candy and Jasper pushes his fingers in a little. Their eyes meet and in that moment, I see a decision has been made. Luca sucks greedily on the digits wrapping his tongue and lips around them, swallowing them deep into his mouth. Both their expressions are heavy with lust and my knees buckle. I fall against the door and it breaks them from their spell.
“What’s going on?” I ask with my breath alone, no sound escapes me. I am floaty and excited, am I tripping?
Luca leans against the wall with a goofy sexed out look on his face and Jasper strides to me, another chocolate in his grip.
“Here, eat it,” he commands, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, making no mistake about my instruction. As he drops the chocolate into my open mouth he slides his fingers on my tongue, fingering my mouth as if it were my pussy. It is filthy rude and my cunt yearns. He rolls his pelvis into my side to show me his hard on and I chance a glance at Luca who is rubbing his own erection through his trousers.
As I swallow the sweet liquor of melted chocolate and saliva I feel elevated beyond any need I’ve ever had.
“Unlock the fucking door, someone, now.” I fumble about and the keys fall to the floor. Jasper dips down and pauses on his knees, observing my spread feet. Like a feral animal pouncing, he dips up and under my dress, clawing at my panties, biting and tonguing my pussy through the fabric.
Luca comes over and I’m worried he’ll be furious with me for allowing another man into my private space but he just smiles and stoops to take the key from Jasper’ grip. He quickly opens the door and we stumble and fall inside, grabbing at furniture, anything to catch our balance in this tangle of bodies.
I am confused. Of course I know what’s happening and it feels great but I’m not quite sure how it’s happening. We never discussed this, Luca has never once hinted that he would consider a threesome… Threesome, forming the word in my mind sends spirals of illicit naughty desire racing through me. Menage-a-trois. How deliciously sordid. My breasts feel engorged and the beaded nipples are almost painful. I need to get out of my dress right now. I’m so hot and confined. I tear at the fabric and am delighted when four more hands join the crusade to get me naked. Hard panting and material ripping apart is the only sound and it is close and intense. Jasper is on his knees again pulling my knickers with his teeth, the elastic shows resistance and cuts into my behind as he shakes his head about like a dog, trying to rip it off. It burns into my buttocks and releases another shot of sex endorphins. I want to be spanked. I want someone to hit me hard on the ass while gagging and stuffing my mouth with something. I think quickly and bend as the elastic finally snaps free. Luca’s bulge is at my face and I get to work freeing his cock and ramming my mouth over the straining head, licking and stuffing my face with him. I want to be owned, consumed, fucked in the mouth and throat as Jasper spanks me.
Thwack.
I hear it before I feel it and rock forward even further onto Luca.
“Hey,” Luca gives a half hearted attempt to come to my aid but I know he’s loving this too much to really do anything.
“Shh, don’t worry, it’s good.” Jasper whispers as he lays his whole palm on my tingling ass and strokes as if soothing me. Then the touch is withdrawn and I brace myself for another slap.
I grunt hard as the blow makes me stumble again, guzzling at Luca, relishing every whimper coming from his throat. I hope Jasper is hard. I hope he has his thick heavy cock out in the other hand stroking himself while he spanks me.
Thwack. Ahhh that’s it, that’s it. It’s exactly what I hoped for. My body is on fire, every nerve ending connected to the point where the blows have landed. Searing heat spreads through me, my nipples are tight, puckering for all they’re worth and I grab them both roughly as they dangle. I squeeze and knead them, tweaking and playing as Luca grabs my hair and fucks my mouth.
My pussy is needy now. I can imagine the sight of it all puffy and desperate, red and ready for invasion. I wiggle my ass in invitation to Jasper who grabs either side of my hips and begins to nudge at my entrance. I clench hard against the invasion, though lord knows I want it and need it but I can’t help it. There is still some part of me absolutely mortified by what is taking place. But delightfully mortified. Perhaps by showing a little resistance I’m not quite the wanton hussy I’m accusing myself of being.
He’s pushing harder, grabbing tight into my flesh.
“Open up now, stop being such a fucking tease.” His voice is all growly and masterful and I clench again.
I’m rewarded with a brisk hard slap and he tries again.
“I said, let me in.” He pulls me back and drives forward stretching and plowing me with his cock. It’s so hard and deep that I’m actually lifted onto my toes and have to grab on to Luca’s thighs for balance. Jasper nestles into my cunt for a moment or two giving me time to expand and adjust to his girth. My clit feels like it is going to explode. Just one touch. Just reach underneath and stroke it. I silently implore, my mouth still busy on my lover. He is jerking and shuddering in that tell tale way and I try to slow my pace, I don’t want this to end just yet.
I reach down between my legs and finger my clit. The angle is wrong, I can’t press hard enough. Frustration builds into fury and I slam back onto Jasper harder and reach to his balls as they tighten and sway. Fuck. I’m so needy. I want to find his hands to pull them round to my clit. I want to be tongued and chewed, gobbled up, the way Luca is being gobbled. I’m breathing hard through my nose and
my eyes are streaming with frustration and the effort of trying to deep throat Luca. Some of my hair has come free of his hand and is sticking to my face, I must look like a ravished whore. Excellent. I arch further up onto my tippytoes, still trying to grapple at Jasper’s fingers. Suddenly he leaves me. My cunt feels bereft but only for a second as he sinks to the floor and I feel his hot breath at my ass. I clench, nervous and excited about what might happen next. Not wanting to admit to myself that I want his tongue in my ass. Oh and I do, I do want it. Just as I think I might have to voice my desire (and that might kill me) I feel the sweet probing at my tightest place. It is hugely invasive and feels enormous in its insistence. Long flat swirling gives way to short sharp jabs, a fleshy battering ram, opening me up for his use.
Everything stills for a second then his tongue breaches my hole. Oh god. That’s it, done. His fingers delve into my dripping pussy while he fucks me in the ass with his tongue. The cock in my throat is so hard now, I’m almost gagging.
Jasper stands again with his fingers still in my pussy, thumb probing at my rear. I know he’s wetting his other hand in his mouth and coating his cock with lubrication. Is he going to do it? Luca and I haven’t even done it. Well, we tried once on my insistence but we were both drunk and embarrassed. This though. Wow. Sensations are rippling through me that I never knew I could feel. I want Luca to roar something filthy like, “That’s it, use her, fuck her in the ass then I’ll fuck you while you do it.”
That image, that one from the taxi appears though this time, it’s even ruder. Did I imagine Luca spoke those words? Or did he? I am confused and floaty. Gripped, groped and about to be ground. Do it. Corkscrew right in to me. Make me burn. I am out of my body. I’m roaring around the room flailing about in the agony of the sublime. My body is a wreck.
Luca is looking down at me, hand tangled tight in my hair, twisting my face up so he can see my raw expression, jaw almost unhinged, eyes bulging and streaming with effort.
“Take it,” he says and I’m back in myself, two cocks forcing their way inside. Using me, adoring me. Worshiping me as their woman of fuck. Jasper is in my ass now, fingers still in my cunt. I’m so stretched full and stuffed, everything converges and Jasper finally reaches under, pressing my own hand with his onto my clit. The shuddering begins and I twist and writhe on the end of these cocks pumping and pounding me. Oh god. The trembling in my tensed calves and foot arches turn to cramp with the effort of holding myself up – but suddenly I am lifted, suspended by cocks and my muscles release.
Silence.
I am the eye of this storm and I embrace the stillness for as long as I can before letting go. I come, I come, I come through the stars and the moon and the earth and the flesh. And they come too, choking and ramming me – pleasure and pain. I feel them twist in blissful agony inside me, filling me from head to toe with their raw essence. I want them to come all over me. I want covered in it. I want spattered from all directions from a hundred hungry cocks.
The spasming, shuddering and roaring comes to a slow and my breathing is hard around the softening flesh inside. My pussy twitches and I am utterly spent. Fulfilled. Transcended.
They both slide from me and we all collapse to the floor in a long embrace. Both men stroke my hair and pet me, soothe me. I don’t want it to end.
I drift off slowly and I have the sensation of being carried and laid somewhere soft and comfortable while the two men cuddle in close. As I dream, I am aware of movement around and above me. I open my eyes to see a male jaw being cupped by a male hand and drawn to the other’s lips. It is tender and masculine and unbelievably erotic. Am I dreaming? They stop kissing and lie down either side of me, cocooning me in heat and pheromones.
I am utterly fulfilled. I think back to the evening and how it all panned out. When I’d arrived at the restaurant the men already had drinks and they looked startled, guilty almost when I said hello. They’d planned it. They’d planned the whole thing and it had something to do with the chocolates they’d scrabbled to hide in the cab. Well, well… Luca must be a little kinkier than I gave him credit for.
At least now I know, in a long term relationship it’s never too late to voice your kinky desires. You might just need a little help… even if it is in the form of aphrodisiac confectionery and a university crush.
I let myself sink into sleep with the fragrance of man and chocolate soothing my sex-bruised body.
Thursday Threesome/Birthday Foursome
Jacob Louder
If you ask Curtis, he’ll tell you that he spent way too much of the evening convincing Dylan that the chocolates were vegan. Their wives, however, were already going at it. On the sofa, in front of There Will Be Blood, which played, unwatched, on the television, Mary had Ellen’s top off and was running her fingertips over the lace of Ellen’s bra, her face against Ellen’s neck. Ellen had her eyes closed, releasing soft, delicate moans that made Curt hard, breaking his attention away from the whole vegan/not vegan conversation.
They were in Dylan and Mary’s kitchen. “I can’t,” Dylan said, karate chopping the air for unnecessary emphasis, since Curt could already hear the obstinacy in his voice. Dylan leaned his elbows on the granite countertop between him and Curtis. “I won’t sacrifice my morals for some sex chocolate or whatever. You, of all people, should know this, Curt.”
Curtis loved the fire in his dark eyes, but he loved it more when Dylan sucked his cock while fucking Mary. On those nights at Dylan and Mary’s house—usually long nights, usually Thursdays—Curt and Mary would fill the air with their respective moans, and Dylan would just work and work—hips thrusting and cock pumping long and deep inside Mary’s cunt, with Curtis’ dick fucking Dylan’s throat—until Mary’s orgasm barreled from her body. Mary was loud, a screamer, and that always set Curtis off, who usually pulled out of Dylan’s mouth and came all over his face, all over his short, dark beard, in honor of Mary’s demonstrativeness. And he would always shoot some down onto Mary’s stomach, which was something she had insisted on since the very beginning, during early negotiations. Mary had wanted to be included in all the fun.
“Okay, look,” Curt said, his eyes moving quickly from Dylan to the girls, the girls to Dylan. He flipped over the long, gold box, pointing at the sticker that had printed on it the chocolates’ ingredients, their “nutritional value.” “No dairy, no honey, no nothing.” Dylan frowned up at Curt, clearly inconvincible. Curt exhaled, exasperated. “Look!” he said, moving the chocolate box close to Dylan’s face. Dylan snatched it away from him.
In the living room, Mary had Ellen’s bra off and was licking with quick, playful laps Curt’s wife’s nipples, which, he could see, were now small and puckered—just the way he liked to feel them beneath his fingertips, hard like that. The women, Curt could tell, were holding eye contact. Between the two, they had eaten six chocolates. Ellen was lifting her hips up against Mary’s stomach and that, he knew, was a sign of her desperate need for a good, hard fucking.
On the other side of the chocolate box, Dylan mumbled his way through the ingredients list. Curt decided to rub his cock through his nylon shorts, watching Dylan’s lips move, wanting them against his own. He loved the way Dylan kissed, especially now with his well-kept beard.
“Ah, ah—look. Right here. May contain traces of soy and dairy. Fuck that, dude,” Dylan said, dropping the box on the countertop.
The men stared at one another, silent, until the moans from the living room caught Dylan’s attention. He leaned his body heavily against the counter and turned his head. “Oh, fuck,” he said. “Would you look at that.”
Ellen had her hands wrapped tight in Mary’s long, brown hair. She was holding the head of Dylan’s wife very still between her legs—Ellen’s jeans and panties off now, sprawled on the maroon carpet—and she rolled and grinded her hips, her lips parted. Mary was digging her nails into the undersides of Ellen’s thighs. Even from the kitchen, Curt could see the tiny pink marks she left.
Dylan turned back to Curt
and saw him staring. “Dude, are you beating your meat?”
“Fuck, yes, I am beating my meat,” Curt said, keeping his eyes fixed on the women in the living room. “I’ve had four of those things.”
Dylan leaned forward on the counter to take a look at what was happening beneath Curt’s waistband. “Oh! You’ve got your cock out!”
He did. Curt worked his half-hard dick gently and slowly. Watching the girls was a turn-on, but he was more of a tactile man. He needed something hot and wet. It didn’t matter what it was or who it belonged to. Still, though, he stood transfixed by the women on the sofa, his cock growing in his hand, thinking, That’s my wife, again and again. This was a sticking point only because Ellen had opted out of Thursday nights at the Reardon’s, firm about having no interest in swinging or swapping or, as Curt would describe it, “relaxing and having a really good time with close friends.” Curt knew he was lucky, having a woman in his life that understood why he needed Thursday nights, why he wanted Thursday nights. Ellen never complained. If she needed Curt on a Thursday, she knew he would be there. She didn’t feel threatened. Hell, she would even leave dinner for him on the stove top, the stove’s light glowing warm and white, the only one left on in the room.
And when you’re a lucky guy like Curtis Spillane, sometimes your luck can grow unexpectedly, like when Ellen had agreed to join the threesome this Thursday night in honor of Curt’s 31st birthday. In fact, the chocolates with the “sexy middles”—a thick, raspberry syrup that, turned out, lived up to their promise of delivering a “hot and heated night”—had been Ellen’s idea. “Just in case,” she said in the car as Curtis drove to Dylan and Mary’s, “you know, I need an extra push.” Curt turned to his wife in time to catch a soft blush spread across her cheeks.
But as Curt watched Ellen tip her head back, her hips meeting the thrusts of Mary’s two fingers buried deep in her pussy, he figured she hadn’t needed much of a push at all.