Every Which Way

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

This piece contains a great deal of explicit sex. You have now been warned.

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ONE: ENTERING THE ROOM

S.

It started, as these things often do, with Tara on her knees.

Her blond hair, just brushing the tops of her shoulders at the best of times, was swinging back and forth, straight and fine. Her back was bare, smooth, and pale, curving inward just a bit before flaring out into an ass more compact than her body type called for. It – her ass – was resting on her heels, which were bent a little sideways; after all, she was tall, probably five-ten, so she had to lower her body somehow.

Otherwise she wouldn’t be able to get his cock into her mouth.

As she was doing now.

It looked like fun.

T.

I heard Susan coming in our direction, felt the tiny vibrations in the floor, but ignored it. I was busy. His cock was in my mouth, my lips stretched around it, the head brushing past the base of my tongue with every stroke. It throbbed each time I scraped it with my teeth, and he would gasp when I bit him – not hard, just enough for him to know I would be rough.

He liked rough.

I felt Susan kneel behind me, felt her fingertips trace up my stomach, over my breasts, pinching my nipples, first soft, then harder, electric burns driving straight to my spine and straight down to my pussy – as if it wasn’t wet enough already. Her lips pressed against the side of my neck, her tongue quick and wet, and I leaned into her, holding onto his cock with my lips, just the head in my mouth.

Which was what she wanted. Her hands left my breasts, one cupping his balls, rubbing them, her nails scratching him, her other hand sliding down my body, between my thighs, resting just above my clit.

And I got even wetter.

S.

Tara squirmed under my hand, trying to bring her pussy up, trying to get me to touch it, even though she knew this would get her into trouble. I gave her a taste, my hand leaving a bright pink print on her right cheek before I sent it back to rub up his thigh, encircling his cock as she held the head in her mouth. I could tell from the way his eyes were half-closed, his breathing coming hard, that she was nibbling the tip, her tongue probing him.

I knew this because I’d done the same. I’d explored his body thoroughly, and I knew exactly what touches got which reactions.

Which is why I slipped out from behind Tara to kneel next to her. My eyes met hers, and she reluctantly released his cock from her mouth.

It’s always easier to surprise someone by deep-throating him when he’s already slick and wet.

T.

Susan used less tongue – at least, that I could see – choosing instead to swallow him down into her throat until her nose pressed against the wiry hairs at the base of his penis, her hands reaching behind him to grab his ass, pulling him closer. His hand tangled in her hair, and she nodded, briefly, some sort of signal I still hadn’t received from him, but which gave him leave to fuck her mouth, the length of him wet and glistening in the low light of the room as he plunged into her mouth. I saw her tongue come out, caressing the bottom of his cock, saw her eyes close.

She enjoyed this.

It didn’t last long, though. She ran her hands up his thighs, and he stopped, immediately, like it was choreographed. Susan’s mouth came off him, and she replaced it with her left hand, squeezing and stroking, slowly, his cock seeming to get thicker – a sign he was getting closer. Her right hand came up to her mouth, her index finger inside it, like she was sucking it off just like she’d been sucking him off. He readjusted his stance slightly, as if he knew what she was about to do.

But he still seemed just as surprised as I did when her finger disappeared behind him.

S.

I felt his cock throb hard in my hand as my finger pressed, quick and slick, until it was deep inside him. I heard him moan, saw Tara’s expression – evidently she’d never tried this on him. Now, she probably would, the next time they were together. I wondered why he never told her, but only for a moment, because I had other plans.

I took my hand off him, keeping my finger inside, and beckoned her over. Her eyes were wide with wonder, one hand rubbing idly at her pussy, avoiding her clit – though that would change – but keeping her aroused, her fingers already soaked. I nodded, proffering his cock to her, and she accepted, greedily, slurping him down, her tongue slipping out to caress the very base of his cock that she couldn’t get into her mouth – he wasn’t over-endowed; just average, although thick, which meant she hadn’t been with a lot of larger men, men like I’d had, men whose cocks were so long even I couldn’t get them all the way down my throat.

He shuddered, and I knew he was getting close. I crooked my finger and watched her eyes get narrow – I knew his cock must have just jumped, touching the back of her throat. My lips moved close to her ear and whispered something.

She must have been told the rules – I was the ultimate mistress in the situation, but only he could punish me, while both of us could discipline her, and discipline her we would, later – because she raised her right hand to my mouth. I sucked her middle finger deep inside, swirling my tongue around it, surprising her with my intensity, before opening my mouth.

I think she figured out what to do after that. I watched her reaching back, her spit-slick finger moving up my palm, worming its way inside him to join mine.

My gaze turned upward, and his downward.

He was definitely surprised now. Oh, I’d used toys on him before, just as he’d used on me, but I know for a fact he’d never had two women fucking him.

And she must have known he was close, too. She let him slip out of her mouth, taking him in her hand, squeezing hard, the way he liked it.

T.

My hand glided over his cock, absolutely soaked from being in both our mouths. My middle finger was enveloped, tighter than when I played with myself, his body scalding-hot. Susan’s finger was crooking inside him, and I joined her.

His cock jumped in my other hand. He was about to come.

That’s when it happened.

No warning.

Just a quick, insistent pressure, and then Susan’s long, smooth finger was inside my ass as well.

S.

I watched Tara jump as I plunged into her ass – I knew she could take it; I knew he had been inside her ass before – and she looked at me sharply.

The sharp look melted in an instant, though, and she crooked her head. I shook mine, so she pointed his cock at her face and started jacking him off in earnest.

His penis was turning bright red in her tightly-clenched hand, but I knew he liked it. Her other hand came up, her fingers hitting that spot behind the base of his scrotum, his cock jerking in the cool air of the room as she did, and that was it.

She must have known, too.

T.

I opened my mouth, my tongue brushing the head of his cock, and then I felt him burst, the first thick, hot stream of come splattering against my forehead and the side of my nose. I felt Susan’s finger push harder inside him, so I pushed as well, pulling him downward with my other hand so the next spurt would land in my mouth.

It hit the back of my throat.

That I didn’t expect, and I coughed, letting him go. His cock jerked and a spurt flew into the air, landing in my hair. Then Susan took over as I pulled my finger out of him, trying to catch my breath, sitting down hard on my butt. She grabbed his cock, pointing it at her breasts and jacking him hard and fast.

It was amazing to watch.

S.

I knew how he liked it. I knew he liked it hard, squeezing my fist around him, digging my fingertip into him from the inside, the bottom edge of my hand pressing into his lower abdomen on every downstroke.

And he responded, his orgasm coming harder and wetter, covering the fronts of my shoulders and my breasts – nipples now hard and tight with my own arousal – with his come, the hot slickness of it sliding down between my breasts and over my stomach. I slipped his cock into my mouth, using my tongue and lips to milk the last few spurts, cupping my hand at my stomach and catching his come, holding my hand out to Tara, who, now recovered, her eyes a little watery but otherwise normal, eagerly lapped it up.

I absolutely had to have her tongue inside me. That just clinched it.

T.

I watched the muscles in Susan’s throat work, swallowing his come. I knew he always had a lot the first time of any meeting, which is why I always sucked him off first – the first time we were together, I swallowed mostly because I wanted to keep it off of us, but the next time, when he came on me, I practically had an orgasm myself. There was something about his orgasms – they were absolutely normal, except that afterward, the things he would do in return were more pleasurable than any man I’d ever been with before. Painful, yes, but still pleasurable.

When I’d licked all of his come from Susan’s cupped hand, I moved in front of her, my body sliding between theirs, my tongue starting at her stomach and working my way up. I’d only played around with other women, never actually had sex with one, but I didn’t care. She was the mistress, and she would undoubtedly appreciate it.

I’m guessing she did. Her mouth opened to release his deflated cock, still red and slick with his come and her saliva, and he slipped backward, hitting the wall and then sliding down it in a postorgasmic haze, watching me licking Susan’s breasts, avoiding her nipples, my mouth working over her like a cat cleaning up a particularly tasty spill, until she was pushing parts of her body against my lips, parts which I was only too happy to lick.

My first kiss with her was a surprise in and of itself. She kept her chest away from me, preserving the come still on her nipples, come I’d saved as a dessert, sort of, instead pushing what she’d taken from him into my mouth.

I swallowed it, greedy, and probed her mouth with my tongue.

She seemed to like my tongue. A lot. Most people do. It’s long, very wide and very strong, and I could sense her surprise (and her jumping pulse) when I brushed it against the base of hers.

She pulled away, her voice husky and soft, ordering me to finish cleaning her up. Which I did.

My tongue made long, flat strokes over her left nipple, and I could feel it grow against my mouth, but I left it alone to switch to the right, which I sucked into my mouth, my teeth first grazing, then biting it, first the edge, then her areole.

I felt her hands in my hair, pulling me to her breast.

I thought this would be a good time to cup her pussy.

I was wrong.

S.

The moment I felt her hand between my legs, I pulled away from her, my hands on her shoulders. She looked at me, quizzical, then her mouth opened wide and she shouted, incoherent, when she felt his hand slap against her ass.

Then he did it again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

My hands moved to her arms, stronger than her even though I felt her muscles clenching, pulling her body to mine, holding her in a hard hug, my hand pulling her head into the crook of my shoulder, his hand peppering her bottom with hard, fast spanks.

Her breath was hot and wet on my skin, her moans fast and constant, her body shuddering, but I felt her nipples poking against me, the heat of her pussy rubbing against my thigh.

I allowed it.

In time, maybe several seconds, maybe a minute, her struggling stopped, and I felt her lift herself off my leg, presenting her bottom to him.

His eyes met mine, and I mouthed a word.

He stopped spanking her, and she looked up. Her eyes were red – she wasn’t crying, not yet, but she was definitely feeling it.

I kept her full attention. She didn’t hear him come back.

But she heard the gunshot-like pop of the bad-girl paddle smacking into her bottom, and I heard her scream in shocked pain, her eyes wide, lip quivering.

Another echoing whack.

Another scream.

R.

“You knew the rules, Tara,” Susan whispered.

WHACK!

“You knew you would be punished,” I said.

SMACK!

“You knew your bottom would be red by the time we finished.”

THWACK!

“You knew you would be our toy to punish or pleasure, as we liked.”

CRACK!

“You can ask us to stop,” I said, softly.

WHACK!

“But if you do, we’ll stop everything.” This from Susan.

SMACK!

“Even this.”

T.

My bottom was burning, tears were streaming down my face, and I was nodding desperately, “yes mistress”es pouring out of my mouth between moans and cries and screams.

I had clenched my cheeks, expecting another shot with that horrendous paddle.

Instead, I felt his hands, warm against my cheeks, pulling them apart.

When his tongue dove between them and wormed its way into my ass, I lost it.

Completely.

I pulled Susan closer, crying into her shoulder.

My breath came in little hiccups.

My bottom clenched on his tongue.

My pussy dripped, aching.

My heart jumped and shook and pounded.

My mind was in a haze.

Until something cleared it.



S.

I heard the buzzing, but I doubt Tara did. At least, not until her body went stiff and tight, and her teeth dug into my shoulder, her scream and her orgasm ripping through her as he pushed the vibrator, small and slender but obviously still enough, against her clit. I felt it against my thigh as she pushed against me, her juices pouring down my leg, digging the plastic tube into my thigh as she ground her body against it, coming even harder than he had just minutes ago. I saw him raise his lips from behind her, his hand moving down, and I knew what he was doing, knew how she liked when he slid two fingers into her ass, quick and rough, and she came again as he pushed his body – his cock not yet hard, but no longer soft – against her back, his arm moving in the distinctive motion that told me his fingers were plunging into her bottom, stretching her – his hands weren’t big, but he had bass-player fingers, thick and sensitive and gentle and muscular – as she cried and screamed and moaned and begged and bit and sucked and kissed and completely lost control, her body against mine, warm and pliant and shivering as she came down and he removed his fingers and the vibrator, her back and bottom cupped into the line of his body, his arms around the both of us, his lips against the back of her neck, her hair damp with sweat, her body still shuddering, the two of us guiding her down to the floor between us, curling up there, her eyes huge and wide and blue as she looked up at me and said something that made my heart warm and my pussy soaked.

“Thank you, mistress.”

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