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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
8,390
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Three
(c)2005 by Josh Cohen. May not be reprinted, except for personal use.
This piece contains a great deal of explicit sex. Now you\'ve been warned.
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THREE: TAKING TURNS
S.
I shouldn’t have let myself drop off like that, but I couldn’t help it. I was out of it. The girl was a natural when it came to eating pussy, or at least, eating mine, and while flashes of it were clear in my head, the rest was a pleasant, fuzzy memory.
The two of them were already in the bed, him next to me and Tara beside him. She was idly caressing his cock, watching it start to rise, letting go, watching it start to subside, then starting over. I rolled over and pressed my lips to his, kissing him warmly, gently, before moving to her. She still tasted a little like me, but she must have washed her face between then and now, because I could barely make it out – kind of like recognizing a wine in a sauce, but just barely.
Her tongue brushed my lips, but I pulled away. I didn’t want to get into a kiss like that, not just yet, not again. I wasn’t ready for that tongue on me just yet. Instead, I added my hand to the mix, cupping his balls, drawing a gasp from him as I pinched the skin behind them, then dug my knuckle into his perineum, hard enough for him to become fully erect in a matter of seconds.
Tara grinned when she saw that, and her grin widened as I bent down to bestow a gentle kiss on the head of his cock, one that quickly became something much more as I sucked it into my mouth, the thickness of it pressing my tongue down until I got used to it. Then I raised my mouth up.
“You know what I want,” I told him.
T.
I watched her mouth go to work on him, intermittent, teasing, then working in earnest, then teasing again. He whispered something to me, and I found what he wanted in the bottom drawer of the plain wood cabinet next to the bed. Three things, actually.
The first was a plain black bottle with a tiny nozzle tip. He took this, set it aside, then reached down and slapped her ass, getting her attention and leaving a pale pink handprint.
It seemed to work. She maneuvered around, her pussy near his chin, her mouth playing over him. I watched her fingers start teasing at his balls, at the areas behind them, between his cheeks, but was more interested in what he was going to do.
He must have gotten some sort of inspiration, because he asked Susan to stop, which she did, albeit reluctantly. She and I knelt on the bed, next to each other, on our elbows and knees, our bottoms high in the air. I heard a rustling in the cabinet, then watched Susan close her eyes.
She drew her breath in with a sharp, tight gasp.
S.
The moment I got in this position, I knew what he had in mind. I felt his fingers on my cheeks, prying them apart, then his tongue caressing the opening there, the tip slipping just a bit inside me, as if to tease.
Which was good, because what came next was not teasing in the slightest. Not that I minded.
I felt the cool edge of the nozzle rub the sensitive edge of my anus, then penetrate its tiny length inside. I knew what was coming next.
I knew I would have to wait a moment, but in the end, I was not disappointed.
T.
He told me to spread my cheeks for him, and I did. His tongue dipped between them, swirling around, soaking my pussy once again with the barest touch – something no one had been able to do before – and wiggling into the opening between them for just an instant. Then I felt something very, very small slide into the opening.
Susan and I both held our cheeks apart – he’d told us to, that he’d stop if we didn’t.
There was a long, drawn-out sound. It sounded like a bottle of suntan lotion being squeezed.
My mind spent a minuscule fraction of a second on that, barely long enough to realize what it really was a bottle of.
Then the lubricant flooded my insides, and I cried out.
S.
I always loved this part, the warm, tingling spurts of lube shooting into me, painting my insides, knowing that sooner or later, something very pleasant would happen – something even more pleasant than this.
T.
It was almost uncomfortable, at first, but I quickly got into the rhythm of it, relaxing my muscles after every blast, feeling it coat my insides. I had a feeling I was going to have my ass fucked pretty soon, and I was good and ready for it – I hadn’t been fucked, anal or straight, all day, and I was more than willing.
S.
One of us was going to get fucked. I figured it would be her, at first, because I had my own plans that he knew all about, although he didn’t know when it would be. I was right, too – I felt the edge of the plug he kept at the house press against my slick opening, then slide right into me, the wider part easily slipping past my muscles until it situated itself inside me. I stood up then – both to watch, and to keep the lube where I wanted it, viable and ready for when my turn came – and saw him climb on the bed behind her. He drizzled the lubricant over his cock, rubbing it in and then wiping his hand on his leg.
I watched the head of his cock against the opening of her ass.
I watched it slip inside with just as little resistance as the plug did.
I heard her gasp and saw her shift in place as his thick, hard cock slid easily into her, up to the hilt, the cheeks of her ass held apart by her own fingers, her nails pushing into the still-just-barely-pink skin of her bottom – a situation I would have to remedy very soon.
But not right now.
I squirmed, concentrating on the tightness of my own ass as it was filled up, and knew that when my turn came, there would be even less resistance, as I was prepared – not that I needed preparation, not with him, not the way he did it. I watched her body start thrashing around as he fucked her ass, deep and slow, watching inch by inch of his cock disappear inside her and then reappear again, glowing with light reflecting off the copious amounts of lube he’d used – he must spend big bucks on this much stuff; sometimes, we’d use a whole bottle on one good, hard assfuck, although that’s irrelevant right now.
My hand reached underneath his legs, brushing his hanging scrotum, which tightened up in anticipated pleasure I would be only too happy to provide later, and my fingers slipped easily into her pussy, feeling it sopping wet, my fingers pushing down against that rough spot all the way inside her.
Her muscles clenched – I could tell, because he suddenly had trouble pushing his cock all the way inside her – and she cried out, coming on my fingers, tugging them deeper using her inside muscles and nothing else, which was a very pleasant surprise. I suddenly realized why he so enjoyed fucking this woman, as if her love for spankings and anal sex wasn’t enough.
Evidently, that was the point he was waiting for, because he withdrew from her ass, leaving her kneeling, and quickly slid a heavy, thick dildo into it, her body greedily accepting it. He twisted the base of it, and a loud, dark buzzing, barely muffled by her body, began issuing from it. He affixed some sort of flanges to it, flanges I knew well but had no idea where he’d bought them or how he’d made them, and then pointed to the bed.
I was on it in an instant.
The plug came out quickly and was cast aside.
And then he was in my ass, and I came almost instantly.
T.
His cock had filled my ass just like I was used to, but this was different. He’d never used this on me. I never even knew he had it. I could barely move. My mind was spinning. My pussy was dripping. My ass was clenching around the invader in my ass, bigger and thicker and longer than he was, filling me tightly, brushing the bend deep inside me, my body shuddering, my heart racing, coming and coming and coming and coming and coming and coming.
S.
I’d never had a threesome with him before, but I hadn’t expected this. She squirmed one hand underneath her body, attacking her clit, bringing herself off in shattering, screaming orgasms, his cock buried inside me to the hilt, my ass clenching and unclenching, playing with him, making sure I could draw it out. I knew he didn’t have much left, not after fucking her ass first, and I wanted it to last.
So I watched. He picked up a long, heavy leather belt, doubling it over in his hand. Our bodies inched forward, his cock throbbing inside me with his own excitement at what he was about to do, and my pussy throbbed and pulsed and waited for me to touch it, waited for me to bring myself to orgasm, waited as he reared back, waited as he snapped the belt forward.
Smiled as she screamed and came again, the belt raising a vivid red welt across the fullest part of her cheeks.
Listened to another sharp, echoing crack.
Watched another welt rise.
Slid a finger into my pussy, getting it nice and wet.
Heard the whistle-snap, heard the cry of pleasure, heard his gasp as I reached back farther, pushing the slick finger inside him, contorted more than I’d like but willing to deal with it, just for a while.
He started smacking faster – not harder, in fact probably lighter, but it still raised red marks on her ass, a crosshatch of welts rising as I plunged my finger inside him, bucking my ass against him, through with waiting, my clit rubbing my forearm, an orgasm catching me, the light at the end of the tunnel hitting me like an oncoming train, his ass clenching on my finger, the belt falling out of his hand, his come shooting deep and hard and hot into my ass, my body clenching on him, pulling the orgasm out of him, his body falling on top of mine, his cock pulling out of my ass against both our wills, his come spurting gently, then dribbling out onto my ass and down between my cheeks.
He rolled off me, onto his back, and turned off the vibrator. Through all of this, we hadn’t even paid attention to Tara’s heated, shrill screams of pain – no safeword, though, and she hadn’t tried to pull away – but she moaned and fell onto her side as he pulled the vibrator out of her, resting his head on the inside of one of her thighs, slick with her wetness, not caring that it smeared his cheek.
She looked down at the two of us, a tired smile showing flashes of itself between gasps for breath.
I smiled back, clenching and unclenching the muscles in my ass, feeling the mixture of lube and come coating my insides, keeping me slick and squirmy, pussy still throbbing just a little bit as I came down off my own orgasm, satiated.
For the moment.
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This piece contains a great deal of explicit sex. Now you\'ve been warned.
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THREE: TAKING TURNS
S.
I shouldn’t have let myself drop off like that, but I couldn’t help it. I was out of it. The girl was a natural when it came to eating pussy, or at least, eating mine, and while flashes of it were clear in my head, the rest was a pleasant, fuzzy memory.
The two of them were already in the bed, him next to me and Tara beside him. She was idly caressing his cock, watching it start to rise, letting go, watching it start to subside, then starting over. I rolled over and pressed my lips to his, kissing him warmly, gently, before moving to her. She still tasted a little like me, but she must have washed her face between then and now, because I could barely make it out – kind of like recognizing a wine in a sauce, but just barely.
Her tongue brushed my lips, but I pulled away. I didn’t want to get into a kiss like that, not just yet, not again. I wasn’t ready for that tongue on me just yet. Instead, I added my hand to the mix, cupping his balls, drawing a gasp from him as I pinched the skin behind them, then dug my knuckle into his perineum, hard enough for him to become fully erect in a matter of seconds.
Tara grinned when she saw that, and her grin widened as I bent down to bestow a gentle kiss on the head of his cock, one that quickly became something much more as I sucked it into my mouth, the thickness of it pressing my tongue down until I got used to it. Then I raised my mouth up.
“You know what I want,” I told him.
T.
I watched her mouth go to work on him, intermittent, teasing, then working in earnest, then teasing again. He whispered something to me, and I found what he wanted in the bottom drawer of the plain wood cabinet next to the bed. Three things, actually.
The first was a plain black bottle with a tiny nozzle tip. He took this, set it aside, then reached down and slapped her ass, getting her attention and leaving a pale pink handprint.
It seemed to work. She maneuvered around, her pussy near his chin, her mouth playing over him. I watched her fingers start teasing at his balls, at the areas behind them, between his cheeks, but was more interested in what he was going to do.
He must have gotten some sort of inspiration, because he asked Susan to stop, which she did, albeit reluctantly. She and I knelt on the bed, next to each other, on our elbows and knees, our bottoms high in the air. I heard a rustling in the cabinet, then watched Susan close her eyes.
She drew her breath in with a sharp, tight gasp.
S.
The moment I got in this position, I knew what he had in mind. I felt his fingers on my cheeks, prying them apart, then his tongue caressing the opening there, the tip slipping just a bit inside me, as if to tease.
Which was good, because what came next was not teasing in the slightest. Not that I minded.
I felt the cool edge of the nozzle rub the sensitive edge of my anus, then penetrate its tiny length inside. I knew what was coming next.
I knew I would have to wait a moment, but in the end, I was not disappointed.
T.
He told me to spread my cheeks for him, and I did. His tongue dipped between them, swirling around, soaking my pussy once again with the barest touch – something no one had been able to do before – and wiggling into the opening between them for just an instant. Then I felt something very, very small slide into the opening.
Susan and I both held our cheeks apart – he’d told us to, that he’d stop if we didn’t.
There was a long, drawn-out sound. It sounded like a bottle of suntan lotion being squeezed.
My mind spent a minuscule fraction of a second on that, barely long enough to realize what it really was a bottle of.
Then the lubricant flooded my insides, and I cried out.
S.
I always loved this part, the warm, tingling spurts of lube shooting into me, painting my insides, knowing that sooner or later, something very pleasant would happen – something even more pleasant than this.
T.
It was almost uncomfortable, at first, but I quickly got into the rhythm of it, relaxing my muscles after every blast, feeling it coat my insides. I had a feeling I was going to have my ass fucked pretty soon, and I was good and ready for it – I hadn’t been fucked, anal or straight, all day, and I was more than willing.
S.
One of us was going to get fucked. I figured it would be her, at first, because I had my own plans that he knew all about, although he didn’t know when it would be. I was right, too – I felt the edge of the plug he kept at the house press against my slick opening, then slide right into me, the wider part easily slipping past my muscles until it situated itself inside me. I stood up then – both to watch, and to keep the lube where I wanted it, viable and ready for when my turn came – and saw him climb on the bed behind her. He drizzled the lubricant over his cock, rubbing it in and then wiping his hand on his leg.
I watched the head of his cock against the opening of her ass.
I watched it slip inside with just as little resistance as the plug did.
I heard her gasp and saw her shift in place as his thick, hard cock slid easily into her, up to the hilt, the cheeks of her ass held apart by her own fingers, her nails pushing into the still-just-barely-pink skin of her bottom – a situation I would have to remedy very soon.
But not right now.
I squirmed, concentrating on the tightness of my own ass as it was filled up, and knew that when my turn came, there would be even less resistance, as I was prepared – not that I needed preparation, not with him, not the way he did it. I watched her body start thrashing around as he fucked her ass, deep and slow, watching inch by inch of his cock disappear inside her and then reappear again, glowing with light reflecting off the copious amounts of lube he’d used – he must spend big bucks on this much stuff; sometimes, we’d use a whole bottle on one good, hard assfuck, although that’s irrelevant right now.
My hand reached underneath his legs, brushing his hanging scrotum, which tightened up in anticipated pleasure I would be only too happy to provide later, and my fingers slipped easily into her pussy, feeling it sopping wet, my fingers pushing down against that rough spot all the way inside her.
Her muscles clenched – I could tell, because he suddenly had trouble pushing his cock all the way inside her – and she cried out, coming on my fingers, tugging them deeper using her inside muscles and nothing else, which was a very pleasant surprise. I suddenly realized why he so enjoyed fucking this woman, as if her love for spankings and anal sex wasn’t enough.
Evidently, that was the point he was waiting for, because he withdrew from her ass, leaving her kneeling, and quickly slid a heavy, thick dildo into it, her body greedily accepting it. He twisted the base of it, and a loud, dark buzzing, barely muffled by her body, began issuing from it. He affixed some sort of flanges to it, flanges I knew well but had no idea where he’d bought them or how he’d made them, and then pointed to the bed.
I was on it in an instant.
The plug came out quickly and was cast aside.
And then he was in my ass, and I came almost instantly.
T.
His cock had filled my ass just like I was used to, but this was different. He’d never used this on me. I never even knew he had it. I could barely move. My mind was spinning. My pussy was dripping. My ass was clenching around the invader in my ass, bigger and thicker and longer than he was, filling me tightly, brushing the bend deep inside me, my body shuddering, my heart racing, coming and coming and coming and coming and coming and coming.
S.
I’d never had a threesome with him before, but I hadn’t expected this. She squirmed one hand underneath her body, attacking her clit, bringing herself off in shattering, screaming orgasms, his cock buried inside me to the hilt, my ass clenching and unclenching, playing with him, making sure I could draw it out. I knew he didn’t have much left, not after fucking her ass first, and I wanted it to last.
So I watched. He picked up a long, heavy leather belt, doubling it over in his hand. Our bodies inched forward, his cock throbbing inside me with his own excitement at what he was about to do, and my pussy throbbed and pulsed and waited for me to touch it, waited for me to bring myself to orgasm, waited as he reared back, waited as he snapped the belt forward.
Smiled as she screamed and came again, the belt raising a vivid red welt across the fullest part of her cheeks.
Listened to another sharp, echoing crack.
Watched another welt rise.
Slid a finger into my pussy, getting it nice and wet.
Heard the whistle-snap, heard the cry of pleasure, heard his gasp as I reached back farther, pushing the slick finger inside him, contorted more than I’d like but willing to deal with it, just for a while.
He started smacking faster – not harder, in fact probably lighter, but it still raised red marks on her ass, a crosshatch of welts rising as I plunged my finger inside him, bucking my ass against him, through with waiting, my clit rubbing my forearm, an orgasm catching me, the light at the end of the tunnel hitting me like an oncoming train, his ass clenching on my finger, the belt falling out of his hand, his come shooting deep and hard and hot into my ass, my body clenching on him, pulling the orgasm out of him, his body falling on top of mine, his cock pulling out of my ass against both our wills, his come spurting gently, then dribbling out onto my ass and down between my cheeks.
He rolled off me, onto his back, and turned off the vibrator. Through all of this, we hadn’t even paid attention to Tara’s heated, shrill screams of pain – no safeword, though, and she hadn’t tried to pull away – but she moaned and fell onto her side as he pulled the vibrator out of her, resting his head on the inside of one of her thighs, slick with her wetness, not caring that it smeared his cheek.
She looked down at the two of us, a tired smile showing flashes of itself between gasps for breath.
I smiled back, clenching and unclenching the muscles in my ass, feeling the mixture of lube and come coating my insides, keeping me slick and squirmy, pussy still throbbing just a little bit as I came down off my own orgasm, satiated.
For the moment.
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