Every Which Way

(c)2005 by Josh Cohen. May not be reprinted, except for personal use.

This contains a great deal of explicit sex. This is also the chapter with F/m spanking. If that does not interest you, do not continue reading.

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FIVE: ONCE MORE UNTO THE BREACH

S.

It was an education in orgasm to watch Tara get off. When she finally came down, I helped her off him, pulling her fully onto the bed, marveling at how slick his face had become. She sprawled out facedown, legs spread, and I ran my hand down her back, over her ass, peeking at how wet and open it was from the three fingers he’d fucked her with.

Then I licked her wetness off his face, smiling. His cock was still hard and he was still waiting to come. I bent down to finish him off, sucking him eagerly, reveling in his gasp as his hips arched up and I gagged, just slightly, as the tip of him pressed its way into my throat.

For my next plan, he needed to start off without being hard.

The copious amount of his come that I swallowed ensured that.

T.

She really does give phenomenal head.

S.

I’ve returned the favor – so to speak – before, but never like this, which was why he had a quizzical expression as he stood there, comfortably naked, obviously wanting to be aroused but incapable for at least a few minutes, watching me rub the very same lubricant he’d filled my ass with all along the insides of my thighs. Then I indicated he should put the toy bag within my reach before joining me on the bed.

He was eager to do so. Quite eager. But even more so when I pulled him – gently, of course, because he’s strong enough to resist anything he wants to – across my lap, his cock falling between my thighs, which I closed over him.

I felt his heart jump at that, and somehow, even though only a few minutes had passed, he began to get ever-so-slightly erect against the flesh of my thighs.

T.

I don’t remember how I ended up sprawled out on this bed – again – but the sound of flesh meeting flesh woke me and dragged me across the house to his bedroom, where he was draped across Susan’s lap, her hand leaving quick pink blush-marks against his bottom that rapidly faded. She didn’t seem to be trying too hard, just warming him up, which made my pussy soak with a fresh round of wetness.

From a drawer in his dresser, one that was pretty much mine – some of my clothes were in there, from nights I’d spent here – I took a vibrator, thick and long, and slid it easily to the hilt inside my pussy, practically falling forward. And it wasn’t even turned on.

I was, though.

She seemed to show no sign of stopping or changing her pace as she spanked him, simply watching, her left hand flat against the small of his back. A closer look at her knees showed them pressed tightly together, and suddenly I knew what was happening.

I think it was that point she chose to stop using her hand.

S.

I motioned Tara up onto the bed, next to us, and told her to get on her knees. From this vantage point, he could watch her fuck herself with the toy, and I instructed him to do so, to keep him busy.

Also to keep his punishment a surprise.

The first whack with the paddle, the huge round one we’d used on Tara, made him fully erect, which was a sensation between my thighs so arousing that I got even wetter myself. I pulled him closer to my body, his cock still tight between my thighs, but slipping around from the lube, and began paddling him in earnest. Hard, sharp smacks, not too fast just yet, enough to make him press against my lap with each one, which I knew was getting him that much more into it – I could hear his breathing.

Tara turned her head, but I told her to face forward and get fucked. Which she did, obligingly, twisting the base of the vibrator inside her until it started whirring at a breakneck pace, her knuckles white around the hilt as she jammed it into herself, the shaft of it glistening with her wetness, each thrust accompanied by a loud popping sound as the paddle fell against his ass.

She screamed more during his spanking than her own, it seemed, and it took three orgasms before he was moaning, not loud, but just enough, for me to stop paddling him. His upturned rear was a uniformly bright pink, and he was hard and throbbing between my thighs. I didn’t think he could actually get any harder – the paddle always got him up pretty good – but when I spread his cheeks with my fingers and dribbled the lubricant between them, it did.

When I pushed the plug, inch by agonizing inch, inside him, until it settled into place, he was good and ready to come.

T.

I was sweating, panting, out of breath from coming so hard and so long from that vibrator, that vibrator he picked out for me, used on me in all my holes, in my pussy now, and he was in front of me, his cock jutting out in front of him, and it was in my mouth, and his hands were in my hair, the tip of it in the back of my throat, my breath brushing past it, his hips jerking as he fucked my mouth, the vibrator taken out of my hands, out of my pussy, and oh my GOD I would scream but for him filling my mouth pressing down on my tongue the vibrator oh it’s in my ass oh fighting to keep from biting him but I have to I can’t I can’t oh myohmyohmyohmy I’mCOMINGOH!OH!OH!OH!OH! and I look up and he’s in ecstasy as I bite the base of his cock and it explodes in my mouth thick hot streams my ass clenching on the vibrator her fingers on my in my on my in my pussy swallowing his come so much so hot so slick mouth working, biting, sucking, the vibrator turning off my pussy slick and dripping his cock deflating in my mouth sucking it sucking the last drops until I fall onto my side, can’t breathe, letting him out, oh GOD that was amazing what did you DO to him?

But he’s already back over her lap, his cock tight between her thighs again, as she picks up the one paddle I’d never let him use on me. It was an inch thick, at least, made of heavy, dark wood, long as my forearm and twice as wide as my hand. I could see the muscles in her arm work as she lifted it, targeting him rather obviously.

And when she brought it down, when that pop! echoed through the room, when his teeth clenched and he hissed and my bottom ached in sympathy, still he asked for more.

S.

I’d slipped a tiny vibrator into my pussy, to keep me excited as I made good on my promise to him: that he wouldn’t sit down after this session. Slow, methodical, whack after whack after thwack after smack after splat of the paddle, his ass going from pink to bright red in fewer than a dozen spanks, and still he asked for more, harder.

I started in on him again, but he looked back at me.

“Stop holding back,” he whispered, levering himself up onto his knees so I could slide out from underneath him.

I knelt behind and beside him, and did what he asked.



T.

I caught a glimpse of a plug in his bottom – must have been what got him so hard again so fast – before she started punishing him, for real this time. It was fast, it was hard, I lost count after ten because I was so impressed that he could take it and scared she would try it on me, it was so loud, he was gasping and groaning but still he didn’t yell out.

The paddle rose and fell, faster and faster, harder and harder, louder and louder, and I tried to count groups, there must have been at least a hundred blows dealt before she stopped, chest heaving – as mine was, even though my fingers were caressing my clit, taking pleasure from his pain – and simply looked at him.

As I did.

S.

He had gone from pink to red to a dark, blotchy crimson, his ass sizzling to the touch. I ran my fingertips over it, and he moaned, then looked back at me.

“Why did you stop?”

But I couldn’t lift that paddle anymore – it was too heavy. I switched to a breadboard – about the size of a sheet of paper, with a short handle – and brought it down against his cheeks. He nodded, and I started in on him again.

T.

This time, she could swing faster, if not as hard, and I saw him start to move, just slightly side to side, but she wouldn’t relent, and within thirty seconds, more than fifty smacks had been landed, and he was moaning continuously, low and deep, pushing his ass backward to meet the paddle as she punished him.

S.

I knew I would have to stop soon, because I had a feeling he wouldn’t stop me, but I couldn’t stop, and he wasn’t using safe words, just kneeling there, moaning and taking it, his cock thick and hard and jumping with each stroke. I paddled him faster and faster, his moans getting louder and louder, until finally I pulled back and drove the wood against both cheeks, and he yelled out, incoherent.

That was enough for me. I set the paddle aside and he turned around, sweating, face red (not as red as the dark, deep, burning skin of his ass, but red enough), panting, animalistic.

The first person he saw was Tara and he was on her in a second, enveloped in her pussy, and she screamed, coming quickly with him inside her and the vibrator still deep in her ass. I reached between his legs and turned it on, hearing him moan, low and guttural, as he slid his arms underneath her, lifting her up to drive himself faster and harder into her.

My hand on his back stilled him long enough to pull the plug out of him, even though she didn’t want him to be still, wanted him to keep fucking her.

I let him.

T.

In reflection, I don’t know how I took it. He was practically insane, the way he was fucking me, the wetness of my pussy slurping against him.

Perhaps it was because I saw him stiffen, his eyes shooting wide open, a few seconds before I saw Susan’s face over his shoulder, and I knew what she was doing to him.

My next orgasm hit me full force, and I don’t remember anything after that.

S.

The skin of his ass was still burning-hot against my thighs as I easily – considering the amount of lubrication I used, it would’ve penetrated a virgin easily – slid the strap-on into him, the other end of it inside me, bumping up against the rough spot on the roof of my pussy. I cried out, the vibrator I’d used when I was paddling him having brought me right up to the edge, and I came, grinding into him.

His moan, the one that answered mine, meant he was enjoying it just as much as I was, his hips pumping into Tara, who’d gone limp, her eyes glassy. He reared up and pushed forward, filling him all the way up, and he cried out before pulling away.

He was feral, his eyes hard and blue. I unbuckled the strap-on and cast it away, and he was inside me, and I was coming on him, pulling him into me, his cock thick and hard, and it was impossible to grab him but I did and I reached around and shoved two fingers into his ass and fucked him as he fucked me and then as I came a third time I felt him explode into me and I don’t know how he came so hard just then but he filled me pumping and spurting and coming and yelling and moaning my fingers squeezed inside him my pussy flooding, slick and wet and slippery and he wouldn’t stop coming and I felt it dripping down the crack of my ass, his come and my come drizzling down between my cheeks even as he fell, limp against me, my fingers tugging out of him, his cock thumping inside me, the walls of my pussy rippling against him, his lips seeking out mine, and we kissed, and I felt Tara crawling up near us, her eyes still glassy as she kissed us too, and the kisses were the last of it as he slid out of me and rolled onto his back.

Then he groaned and decided his stomach would be a better choice.

R.

What else could stand up to that? I mean, really, what was left? Susan, who had the most presence of mind of any of us at that point, brought back water for us, and dabbed a cool washcloth on Tara’s forehead and cheeks until she came back to reality.

We took turns in the shower, first Susan, then Tara, then me. The water, even on a cooler setting, made my ass burn, and in the mirror afterward, I saw the results of Susan’s expertise with the paddle.

And how did it end?

I didn’t sit down for the rest of that day, and I took a sick day after that because it still hurt to do more than just rest for a moment. My cock was sore, not on the outside, but every time I even thought about something that might arouse me, my entire lower body jerked. I had come six times in the past twenty-four hours, and all of them hard and powerful, not the one-hard-and-the-rest-taper-off orgasms I was used to after a day of sex with either of them. My muscles burned, and I was dehydrated and hungry, but I built myself back up to normal rather quickly, and by the next night, Susan was back in my bed, sucking me off. Just Susan, this time, and just regular sex; we were still too tender for anything more than that. Although as I came that first time, she slid her finger inside me, and I was sharply and pleasantly reminded of my first – but definitely not last – time with her behind me.

Susan? She told me the ride home was very uncomfortable, but that her bottom was back to normal before the next day’s lunchtime. Her pussy was tender, though; I’d seen to that, although unintentionally, as I hadn’t intended to lose control quite like that.

Tara’s bottom was back to normal, in terms of color, by the next morning, but we’d taken her ass so many times and in so many different ways that it was – she said – still tingling.

I don’t think we’ll ever have a threesome quite like that again. It was a rarity, that the three of us were available the same day, the same time, and we were all willing. In fact, we were lucky Susan could make it at all. The three of us knew we hadn’t planned anything exclusive, and as time passed, we drifted slightly apart.

After a few months, Tara told me she’d met someone, and that out of respect to him, we couldn’t have sex anymore. We did have one torrid hour of her mouth on me and mine on her, as a goodbye, but that was pretty much it.

Susan would still come over from time to time, when her schedule allowed, and we both got our share of orgasms, be it from mouths or paddles or strap-ons or fingers or my body or hers. She also knew I was sleeping with Andrea on the weekends she couldn’t come over, and while Andrea wasn’t quite ready for a lot of what I was into, she was nymphomaniacal in her own way, and she wasn’t averse to having her ass fucked. Plus, she was a small woman – five feet tall, even though she had a voluptuous figure and an ass I was waiting fervently for the opportunity to turn bright red – so my average size seemed huge inside her. She liked that.

And when I needed to punish someone, there was Sunny, a waitress from a restaurant I still frequent – even though we don’t play anymore – and she would always repay her punishment with oral sex better than Tara, Susan, and Andrea combined. She couldn’t take as much as Susan when it came to spankings, but she could take them longer and she always wanted more. She, I think, might someday benefit from an afternoon with Susan and myself, or at least she would have, if we were still “together,” as it were.

I know Susan has others in her life to fulfill her needs when I can’t, but it’s gratifying to know she keeps coming back to me.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe she’s at the door, and I know for a fact her current flame refuses to do anything even slightly kinky, so I know she’s aching for it.

A.

He opened the door, and I grinned at him as Susan brushed past.

My smile widened as his appeared.

“It sounded like fun.”

R.

“It is.”

THE END

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A/N: This is the unequivocal end of this story. These characters will not return. Sometimes, you just have to look at something you\'ve written, realize there\'s nowhere you can go that you haven\'t already gone, and pronounce it done. I will, however, be submitting this for inclusion in an erotic anthology. So you may see it again in that form.