by Lily Harlem
“Your turn,” I said. “Let’s get your first one out of the way too.” She breathed deep and her face took on a serious expression. “When Quinn called me yesterday and invited me over for dinner I just happened to be in the city shopping.” She sat up and reached for her handbag, dragged it across the covers and undid the zipper. “I didn’t know what to expect,” she said. “Quinn had told me about your relationship, the three of you, and although he’d turned me down the night before I couldn’t help but hope that the invite to the farm was for something more than food.”
“And it was,” I said, reaching out and running my fingers through her silken hair. It hung over her collarbone and brushed her breast like a soft caress. “And I think you and Quinn both enjoyed yourselves.”
“Oh yes.” Her brows twitched. “We did.” She pulled out a royal-blue box. “But after hearing about you and then seeing you in the bar, I was also hoping that perhaps I would be invited to play with you too, and for that I ditched clothes shopping and headed into a different kind of shop.” She paused. “Because I wanted this.” Flipping the cardboard lid open, she revealed a long flesh-colored dildo. It had a fat head and raised 166
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veins. She laid it on the covers and tipped up the box. A black piece of material studded with a red clip fell out along with a tube of anti-bac lube. “As well as being fun, I also hoped this would be educational for you.”
“Educational?” I couldn’t stop staring at the enormous dildo. It was so lifelike, it was extraordinary, not like the colorful vibrators I owned.
“It’s a strap-on, you attach the dildo here.” Eve demonstrated by clicking the base of the cock on to the red plug. “Then you wear these and hey, presto, you’ve got a cock, Ariane.”
My eyes widened. “You want me to wear that and…and use it on you?” I touched the rubbery object, smoothed my finger over the head and down the cool, artificial shaft, marveling at the fleshy texture.
“Yes.” Her eyes sparkled and she grinned as though she were a naughty schoolgirl.
“I like cock inside me,” she said. “I like real cock best, but I want you to experience what it’s like for your husbands when they fuck you. Of course we can’t give you the full sensation, but you’ll get the idea. The gist of it.”
“But, but what do you get out of it?”
“I get to come, I get to come because you’re in me, fucking me like you’re a man.
And I’m guessing by your face it would be the first time you’ve worn one of these.” I picked up the strapping and studied the big, pale cock. “Yes.”
“Put it on,” Eve said in a low, persuasive voice, her head dipping close to mine and the flowery smell of her hair filling my nose. “Please, Ariane, put it on and fuck me.” Quickly I stood and slipped into the panty-style strappings. I needed no more coaxing, this was going to be a unique experience, plus it would be great for the show I was orchestrating. I yanked it up over my knees and thighs. The gusset section was crotchless and the straps were velvety and soft around my hips and fitted with two small, silver buckles. I fiddled, drawing them a little tighter, then looked down at the new addition to my anatomy and angled myself toward the camera.
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The protruding cock was big and stiff and I could sense its weight on the front of my mound. I wrapped my fist around it and squeezed the way I’d seen Liam and Quinn do many times to their own cocks.
“It looks good on you,” Eve said, licking her lips. “Big.” Her eyes were wide, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths. She was really turned-on by my cock. She wanted it. She wanted it in her. A sudden rush of power consumed me. I was going to penetrate her, touch deep inside her body. The urge to give her what she wanted was overwhelming. To enter her hot depths and make her writhe and beg and come was suddenly the only thing I could think of.
I climbed quickly onto the bed again, crawling over her and catching her mouth in mine. She moaned as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, realizing I was going to give her exactly what she’d asked for. The cock pressed into her belly.
“Oh, please,” she murmured through our kiss. “Touch me, touch me more, Ariane.” I slid my hand down her chest, over her breasts to her pussy, stroking her fine pubic hair as I settled between her legs. Dipped my fingers lower and brushed over her outer lips, thin and neat, moist and smooth.
She moaned and spread her legs wider, inviting me in as we kissed. My fingers searched out her entrance. Touching another woman so intimately was highly erotic.
She felt different to me, tidier, smaller. She smelled different, too—the scent of her sex was musky and powdery. I pushed two fingers inside her and her gasp into my mouth swelled my own lust and sense of power.
“Oh yes, please, more,” she begged as I rocked the heel of my hand over her clit.
I pushed up higher. The tight muscles and slippery tissues of her pussy squeezed my fingers. She was wet, really wet, her essence slick and warm. I pulled out and spread her moisture over the cock, then positioned the head at her entrance to make sure when I thrust it was going to be a perfect aim. An image of Liam filled my head, how he balanced himself above me just before penetration. He always paused a 168
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moment, as if savoring the power, the control, reveling in the desperation he created in me.
I did the same to Eve.
Her hands grasped at my shoulders, her heels hooked over my thighs and her body rose toward mine. “Ariane,” she cried in a strained, frantic voice. “Please, now.” I curled my hips forward and studied her face as the cock entered her. Her mouth opened in a silent exclamation, her eyes were wide as saucers. I kept sliding in, burying myself higher and higher. Her fingers squeezed my shoulders and a moan erupted from her throat. I pushed deeper. I was in control, I was claiming her body.
“Oh god,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut, her neck arching against the bed.
“That’s…amazing.”
It was a wonderful feeling to be giving such pleasure just from my entry.
Encouraged, I began to rock my hips against her mound. She groaned, long and guttural, wrapped her legs tighter around my thighs and pulled me down for a kiss.
Our tongues tangled, hot and slippery. I pulled the cock nearly out each time I thrust and concentrated on rubbing up hard and steady against her clit when I rode to maximum penetration. Her moans and increasingly fast pants told me I was getting it right. She smoothed her hands down my back and then up to my hair, quickly, hurriedly, as though trying to touch me everywhere all at once.
I supported my weight on my elbows and managed to cup her right breast. I nipped and pinched her nipple, tugged it between my thumb and finger.
“Please, harder, harder,” she breathed into my mouth. “Harder, Ariane, please.” I did as she asked, tweaking and jerking her nipple roughly. Teasing it to a stretched point. She groaned and writhed. I upped the pace with my hips and she rose to greet each thrust. The front of the strap-on rubbed against my clit and I rode on a pleasurable wave of stimulation.
“That’s it, oh god, I’m…I’m coming,” she cried, her nails digging into my shoulders and her heels locking in the small of my back.
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I pumped harder, shoved into her with gusto. Beads of sweat formed on my brow and between my breasts. I didn’t let up with her nipple as her face contorted. She ceased all movement for a long, exquisite few seconds then twanged forward shaking, convulsing, clutching my body to hers.
“Oh yes, sweet Jesus, yes,” she panted, her lips a hairsbreadth from mine. “That’s intense, really fucking intense, Ariane.”
I stilled and she flopped down. Smiling, I released her nipple, wrapped her in my arms and absorbed the shock waves rippling through her body. I wished my cock were real so I could feel her pussy clamping around it, spasming and throbbing, wet and hot.
“So that’s the first one out
of the way for you too,” I said, after several minutes of catching my breath.
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Chapter Twelve
“Don’t I get an invite to the party?”
The sudden deep voice to my left dragged my attention from Eve.
Quinn stood by the side of the bed. His eyes sparkled down at us, black with desire and heavy with lust.
“Of course,” I said as my gaze dropped down his lean, naked chest, over his dark trail of abdominal hairs to his long, thick cock. He was hard, extremely hard.
He looked between us as he wrapped his hand around his shaft and smoothed his thumb over the head.
My mouth watered for it and I pulled quickly from Eve and crawled to him.
“You look hot together,” Quinn murmured, eyeing the shiny, fleshy cock sticking up from the juncture of my thighs as I sat on the edge of the bed.
“How long have you been watching?” I asked.
“Long enough.” He grinned, released his cock and touched his fingertips to my bottom lip. “Long enough to enjoy the show, thank you.” Smiling, I stretched forward and took his cock into my mouth. I didn’t mess around, I just sank on and on until he butted the back of my throat.
“Oh Jeez,” he groaned, threading his fingers into my hair as his body braced. “Fuck, that’s nice.”
As I suckled and laved I was aware of Eve sitting up next to me. Our shoulders brushed. Sending a hand around Quinn’s hips, I cradled his butt in my palm, my other hand working his shaft with my mouth. Eve’s face was next to mine, she was kissing his navel, licking down his trail of hair to his cock. Her fingertips touched mine and together we rubbed the base of Quinn’s shaft. I let him slip from my mouth and she 171
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took over, sinking slowly on to him, giving me time to trace his thickly engorged veins with my fingers and tongue.
“Oh girls, what the hell are you trying to do to me?” Quinn mumbled.
Our lips met at the head of his cock and we paused to kiss one another. Tongues and lips the same flavor now, Quinn’s flavor, darkly spiced maleness. While we indulged in a mating of mouths, our hands continued to caress him. I cupped his balls, so did she. We rolled and played with the crinkled, loose skin then worked his shaft, pumping him, smoothing over the thick head and spreading satiny drips of pre-cum around the sensitive underside of his glans.
Quinn moaned and tangled his fingers in our hair. I took him into my mouth again, sucking and creating a curve around him with my tongue. His moan of approval was loud and long until he suddenly pulled out and shifted away.
“I want you both,” he said to me.
“Then have us both,” I replied, giving him permission to fulfill his fantasy. It didn’t feel awkward or staged, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to have him join us on the bed. No rules, no hang-ups, just sexy, writhing, naked bodies.
Quickly he reached for a condom from the box still on the dresser and rolled it on with swift, deft movements. “I’m going to give you real cock, Eve,” he growled as he stepped up to the bed in two fast paces. There was something predatory, desperate about his movements. “My way this time. I was denied that last night.” Eve shifted back on the bed, but had barely moved when he was on her. Big and demanding, harnessing her wrists in his hands and dropping over her.
“You think you can take it my way?” he grunted as he shoved between her open legs.
“Oh god, yes, yes,” she said on a lusty giggle, bending her knees up to his hips.
Instantly he rammed forward, his butt cheeks clenching and the long, sinewy muscles of his back tensing.
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“Ah, ah, oh Christ, Quinn,” Eve cried out, her arms gripping his shoulders and her long legs flailing before hooking over his thighs.
He hissed, pulled back and forged in again, setting up a fast, impatient rhythm that banged the breath noisily from her with each thrust. The bed shifted and squeaked. A bubble of lusty excitement grew in my stomach. Watching them, being next to them was heightening my awareness of everything. Every nerve and sense I possessed was on fire.
I stroked my hand down Quinn’s moving back, running my finger into the gutter of his spine as he lunged into her with power and grace. Wanting to be part of their tangle of limbs, I moved between his legs, shifting them apart with my knees so I could kneel and better touch the base of his spine and the dimples in the small of his back. My fingers went lower, through the cleft of his shifting butt cheeks, down over his anus to stroke his balls. Then I came back to his anus and he moaned, but he’d been moaning before I’d touched him so intimately, so I didn’t know if my caress had caused it.
I looked at my fleshy cock and a sudden, illicit idea popped into my head. Quinn had said he wanted to be shared too, like I was. He wanted it to be fair. Well, if Quinn wanted to experience what it was like to be me, to be fucked by two people, I could show him.
Right here.
Right now.
My pussy clenched and my nipples tightened at the prospect. Heart pounding and breath catching in my throat, I stretched for the tube of lube and spread it over my cock.
I dropped my breasts onto Quinn’s back and spoke slowly, just below his ear. “Do you still want to know what it’s like to be shared, Quinn?”
“Yes, oh yes, this is it,” he panted. “You’re sharing me beautifully. Play with my balls, Ariane, please, touch my balls again.”
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“No, Quinn, we’re not sharing you properly, we’re not fucking you the way you and Liam fuck me.” I let my hips press forward and the shaft of the cock slid up between his slim cheeks, the head just tapping the base of his spine.
His movements slowed. He let go of Eve’s wrists and twisted his head as he took his weight on to his elbows. “What are you talking about?” he asked breathlessly.
I caught sight of Eve’s desire-heavy eyes over his right shoulder—they were staring straight into mine. She knew exactly what I was talking about and fleetingly I wondered if what I was suggesting had always been her intention.
“This,” I said, my thoughts once again completely overtaken by my plan. “I’m saying maybe you should take it like I do, Quinn…here.” Lifting from his back, I grasped my cock and brushed the wide head over his anus.
He jerked forward. “Oh Jeez,” he groaned. “That. In my ass?” Eve’s hands slid down his waist and curled onto the globes of his butt cheeks. “It’ll be good,” she purred, gently separating them. “Really good.”
“It’ll be sharing properly,” I said in a low, husky voice, eying his dark, clenched ring. “Now just relax, Quinn.” Gripping my shaft, I repositioned the cock and pressed the wide head against him. “Just relax,” I whispered. “Relax and let me in you.” I pushed my hips forward, exerting just enough pressure for the head to pop inside.
“Ah, fucking hell,” he cried, bucking upward but not managing to dislodge the cock.
“You know the words to make it stop,” I said, smoothing my hands over his buttocks in big soothing circles and colliding with Eve’s, which were doing the same.
“Do you want it to stop? Do you want it to stop, Quinn? Just say the words and it’s over.” My voice was calm and controlled, but inside I was flipping and fluttering with erotic excitement. It took a ton of effort to stay completely still. I didn’t want to give him any more until he asked for it.
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“Quinn,” Eve said, releasing his butt and capturing his face between her palms. “It only hurts this first bit and then it’s so good it will blow your mind. Imagine it, in just a moment you are going to be fucked by two women. Ariane is in the most secret part of you and she’ll make it feel like heaven, and with your dick in my pussy at the same time it’s going to be so inte
nse, so concentrated.” His breaths were jagged, every muscle in his back, arms and butt taut.
“Relax,” she said again softly, “Just let go of the pain and find the pleasure. Breathe through it, this is what you want, deep down this is what you want, I know it is and you know it is too.”
Eve’s words were ringing through my head and I was glad she was saying them.
What I was doing to Quinn was so carnal, so utterly new that my thoughts were giddy.
The cock in Quinn was much bigger than the vibrator, plus it was attached to me. After years of him thrusting, tunneling into me, it was finally my turn. The anticipation was a heady drug and I was flying high on its effects.
He didn’t tell me to stop, so as Eve made soothing noise and stroked his hair I claimed another inch of entry, watched the cock disappearing into his tight hole. He stretched and quivered around it and grunted in a deeply primitive way.
“That’s it,” I said, traveling in farther still. “That’s it, Quinn, you’re doing great.” I remembered the first time he’d entered me there, taken my anal virginity. He was still my one and only, Liam had never penetrated my ass. On that day, Quinn had been gentle but insistent; like everything he did, failure was not an option. I also recalled how he’d made me come while he’d entered me, taking my mind off the stretching and widening of my virginal sphincter.
“You need to say anything?” I asked, my hands still smoothing over the orbs of his butt in big comforting circles.
“No,” he panted as his head dropped to Eve’s neck. “Fuck, just do it, just do it, Ariane.”
Oh god, he wanted it, he wanted all of it.
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Wrapping my hands around his hips, I slid forward on a long, slow ride, watching the penetration with fascination. He whimpered and twitched and finally the cock was seated to the hilt and my hips pressed up against his butt.