“Just get it done with!” I remember insisting. Todd obliged and after another hundred or so rock hard thrusts shot the second charge of hot semen deep into my pussy. The three of us assumed our original seating positions and in less than three minutes, I pointed out that their cum was seeping out of my pussy, drooling down and gluing my panties to the crack of my ass. As I waddled over to the washroom I was ever so aware of the beady little eyes following me from the vans on both sides of the old Suburban. I cleaned myself up with wetted paper towels, rinsed out my panties in the sink then returned to truck. I prodded Todd into the back seat, started the Suburban up then exited the drive-in in a cloud of dust."
“About two miles from the camp, I put the Suburban into 4-wheel drive and headed up a gravel fire road, eventually parking it in the middle of a moonlit clearing. All that bouncing had gotten me excited again so I coyly asked, “Are you two up for a threesome?”
“I ordered the guys out of the truck, reached back through one rear side-door then flipped down the center seat’s back. I went around to the rear of the truck, opened the back door and flipped the rear seat’s back up. I instructed Todd to take all his clothes off then sit down, facing backwards on the front console. I told Dan to strip and then sit down in the middle of the rear seat. I peeled off my dress and bra, threw them up on the dash then totally naked, climbed in and kneeled onto the folded over center seat back. I faced backward to Todd, spread my legs, bent over then sucked his fishy tasting penis into my mouth! I just about gagged because it was disgusting tasting! So I asked Dan to pass me some Cola. I swilled one slurp around in my mouth to neutralize my tongue, swallowed and then took another slurp to rinse down Dan’s dirty dick with.”
“Satisfied with Danny’s refreshingly tasty penis, I spun around and gave Todd’s equally disgusting cock a Cola bath. With both boys sporting massive erections, I spun around once more and told Todd to kneel against my seat, close behind me then just jamb it into me from behind, Doggy style. After five or so good hard strokes, I grabbed onto both front seat backs, leaned ahead a little, asked Todd to play with my nipples and then sucked his cock into my mouth. Every once in a while, Todd would get close to cumming in my mouth, so I’d slurp off his knob and give it a tiny little nip with my teeth, scaring the crap out of him and slowing him down.”
“Once I felt Danny’s warm rush of semen ooze into my vagina, I grabbed the Cola bottle and spun around backwards on my seat. I gave his limp dick another Cola wash with my mouth then told Todd to mount me from behind. Todd stroked away like a jackhammer so I had to be very careful not to deep throat Danny. I just whimpered and grunted with each stroke like a porn queen until another volley of hot sperm shot into my innards.”
“For some unknown reason I suddenly longed for some high protein semen to warm my mouth so I sucked every last drop of it out of Todd’s urethra. Of course I just got enough to make me cough when it slid down my throat. When I asked Danny to finger and lick my clitoris so I’d have an orgasm he said he’d have to pass on the licking part. He wiggled around but no matter how I showed him, he just couldn’t give me the right action. Dan uttered a similar reply to the licking, gave me an even worse rub so disgruntled, I decided to call it a night.”
“After I dropped them off at the bunkhouse, I gave my nether region a quick cleanup with a warm washcloth and crawled, disillusioned into bed. Half an hour later, Roger stumbled into our room, reeking of cigar smoke, crawled over on top of me and planted a rum, nicotine and taco soaked tongue into my mouth. He kissed me roughly, much like Jack did, shoved my nightgown up, much like Jack did whipped off his clothes and fucked me hard, just like Jack did!!! If I wasn’t sore after the first four hard fucks of the evening, I certainly was after the last. I prayed that he’d be quick, but he was drunk and after fifteen minutes more of pummeling my pussy, he finally shot his load into me, rolled off me, farted grossly and promptly fell asleep!”
“Life went on as usual over the next four weeks, taking Todd and Dan into town every weekend, but I never touched either of them again! My period was late by the fifth week so I had them check me out at the clinic that Friday night. Of course, the following Friday the doctor told me I was pregnant!!!”
“I thought about things then secretly packed my bags the first Friday of September. I left a goodbye note for Roger on his Poker table then took the boys into Jackson early. With a kiss and a dick squeeze to each, I put them on a bus east. I left the Suburban in the parking lot of the bus terminal then took a Greyhound west to Reno. I applied for an annulment there, got a quick abortion, took another Greyhound southwest to California then landed that job, caring for your Aunt Laura.”
Mike and I just sat there stunned and bewildered by the frankness of our sweet Alicia’s shocking confession. Alicia pressed Play once more on the VCR then after a few moments she stared into Mike’s eyes as well as mine. She cleared her throat and said, “I can’t back into the movie this time either and I see by the look in both your eyes, we’re not going to see the rest of this movie tonight either so are we all up for a torrid threesome?”
The End
The Girl From the Elevator
I was on a business trip, staying at the Best Western in Deerfield Beach, Florida. I don’t know what it is about Florida, but the women there don’t seem too concerned about letting it all hang out – big girls, fat girls wearing tight t-shirts, half shirts, halters or swim-tops. I guess their thinking is, “Hey, it’s hot and I’m going to be comfortable – so what if I’m fat and my belly is showing.”
Anyway, I had checked in and dropped my stuff in my room when I realized I hadn’t brought a razor. A quick trip down to the lobby and I’d be all set.
My room was on the 5th floor and I was alone on the elevator when it opened on level 3. An older couple, older than me anyway – I was 24 at the time, was arguing at the elevator door. They were African American and the guy looked very angry. He was yelling at the woman while she held the door open.
The woman was overweight, some would call her fat, but she didn’t seem to mind. She had a large towel wrapped around her ample waist and was wearing a brightly colored bikini top. Her breasts were huge and, in the colorful top, looked like twin beach-balls sitting on her protruding belly.
I was getting uncomfortable when the buzzer sounded loudly. The man shoved the woman onto the elevator with a, “Go ahead, get away from me!”
Angrily, as the door began to close, he reached in and yanked at her bikini strap, pulling it off her shoulder, revealing her left breast. It looked tremendous; round, firm and wonderfully brown. Her nipple was puffy and almost solid black.
“You okay?” I asked, trying to look her in the eye, but failing miserably as she stuffed her smooth flesh back into its silky cup.
“I’m fine,” she said softly, adjusting her strap.
You sure are, I thought to myself, but didn’t say a word. We both got off at the lobby and went our separate ways – she toward the pool and me to the front desk.
A little bit later, I was back on the 5th floor, outside my room trying to improve my cellphone reception, looking down at the cool blue water in the hotel’s pool.
The woman from the elevator was wading slowly back and forth in the pool. She was the only person down there, but she wasn’t really swimming. She was walking a bit and occasionally lying back in a semi-float, her breasts and stomach pushing skyward. I stared admiringly and marveled at how graceful she looked.
She noticed me at the railing and I gave her a silly salute. I watched her for a few more minutes before, grudgingly, returning to my room.
I spent the remainder of the afternoon unpacking and preparing my materials for the various meetings I had scheduled, but I couldn’t get those colorful tits off my mind.
A knock on the door startled me and I peeked curiously out the adjacent window. It was the woman from the elevator; she was wearing a large t-shirt, the same towel and looked like she had been crying.
I opened the door a bit hesitantly.
“I’m sorry,” she told me, “Can I come in?”
Unsure what to say, I gestured her in.
“Thank you,” she said, swinging her purse nervously. “You seem so nice.”
Her shirt was a mess, something had been spilled on it and her face was wet and shiny.
“Can I use your restroom?” she asked, before explaining, “He threw his beer on me.”
“Sure,” I said, finding my voice, “G’head.”
She stepped into the small bathroom without closing the door behind her. I jerked the front curtain shut as she pulled her wet shirt over her head. She was still wearing the rainbow colored bikini top and her breasts bounced firmly as the shirt came free. She proceeded to vigorously wash her face and upper chest with the tiny bar of soap. Her tits and belly jiggled nicely as she did and I couldn’t help but stare.
“Can I use a towel?” she asked, turning suddenly and catching my rude gaze.
“Sure,” I fumbled, “I’ve got plenty – use as many as you need.”
She laughed and wrapped a crisp white towel over her shoulders, draping it across her golden chest and cleavage. The white of the towel stood out in stark contrast to her brown skin.
“Can I get you something?” I asked. “I’ve got water and a Coke.”
“Water,” she answered. “Thank you.”
I got her a bottle from the mini-fridge and she sat on the worn couch. I pulled out the stiff wooden desk chair and opened the Coke.
We spent the next hour or so talking; awkwardly at first, but soon it became more casual. Her name was Tamara and the guy she was with was her latest loser boyfriend. They had come to Florida to start over, but weren’t having much luck. He was unemployed and unmotivated. She was tired of the whole adventure and just wanted to go home. Maryland was home and she told me she was going to get a bus ticket back there first thing in the morning.
While we were talking I continued to admire her large breasts. They were magnificent and spilling out of her top. The towel around her waist did little to hide her dramatic legs – thick thighs tapering to thin calves and ankles. Her stomach was round and full, but also smooth and sexy. Her hair was shoulder length and combed straight. Large, almost purple lips and a wide nose balanced pleasingly with her green eyes.
Somewhere in the conversation, I volunteered to drive her to the bus station and told her she could spend the night in my room.
When our conversation had finally wound down, she decided to try to get some sleep. She would have to sleep in her swimsuit because I had nothing for her to wear – all my stuff was too small. That was fine with her – and me, to be honest.
I tried to appear uninterested and busy, but watched eagerly as she removed the towel from around her waist. Tamara’s wide ass looked incredible. The thin line of brightly colored material trying to cover it didn’t stand a chance. Her smooth, brown cheeks took my breath away as she climbed into bed.
She was asleep by the time I had shaved and jumped into some sweats. I decided not to hassle with unfolding the sofa-bed and dropped tiredly onto the couch. As I drifted off, I found myself staring at the shape under the blankets and imagining what it would be like to touch her, to rub her, to make love to her …
… I don’t know how long I had been out, but I must have been sleeping soundly because I woke up to find my erection in Tamara’s hot mouth!
As the fog in my head cleared I watched my cock disappear between her thick lips. She was still wearing her bikini and I could feel her breasts pressing against my thigh. I started to sit, but a hand on my chest kept me on the sofa.
Faster and faster her head bobbed on my manhood. With one hand clinging to the couch, I cupped a large breast in the other, squeezing and enjoying its weight. I could feel myself building and tried to warn her, but she just increased her pace.
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I exploded with authority and felt her gag momentarily before resuming her manic sucking. She pulled greedily at my cock with her mouth and managed to swallow every drop.
“Holy, shit,” I exclaimed with a gasp. “I thought I was dreaming.”
“You ain’t dreaming, Sweetie,” she told me, finally releasing my prick. “You’ve been so nice to me and …”
“Nice?” I asked. “If this is what I get for nice, I’m going …”
“C’mere,” she cut me off and pulled at my hand, leading me to the rumpled bed. I pulled off my sleep clothes and dropped onto the cool sheets.
Tamara stood over me and with a smile, slowly reached behind her back to unclasp her top. Her breasts bounced into view as she dropped the colorful material to the floor. Next were the bottoms. She bent over, slowly again, giving me a fantastic view of her dangling tits as she shimmied out of the tight panties.
She proceeded to do a little dance that had all her parts in motion. I stared in wide-eyed lust as her tits bounced on her swaying belly and her thighs jiggled with abandon.
“You like?” she asked, already knowing my answer by the stiffness of my revived cock. I nodded, too excited to speak.
Tamara crawled onto the bed beside and I was on her immediately, not able to wait another instant. My hands groped madly at her firm tits; my fingers pinching her stiff nipples. I kissed and bit at her neck and shoulders while my hard cock pressed into her soft warm hip.
Soon, my mouth drifted from her shoulders to her breasts and, with my active hands, I presented them to myself. They looked absolutely delicious; each about the size of a bowling ball. Her soft brown skin was smooth with the exception of a few tiny stretch marks where her tits met her chest. I let my tongue start in those small clefts, licking slowly and softly. I lifted her breasts slightly and my mouth explored the undersides, tasting her sweet salty sweat.
When I finally reached her taut nipples Tamara moaned. I pulled the dark knobs, one after the other, into my greedy mouth. I nibbled on them and sucked them deeply. I mashed her tits together and took both nipples in my mouth at once; she moaned again, her hands rubbing my back, shoulders and hair.
Almost reluctantly I left her breasts, shiny with my saliva, and continued southward.
My hands were rubbing her sides, her hips and her belly while I left a trail of wet kisses down the center of her protruding stomach. I dug my tongue into her navel while I shifted my position on the bed. I could now put my head between her thighs, while my chest rested against her lower belly.
She had a wild, unkempt bush. Her black curls, tangled and thick, were nestled between two soft, almost flabby thighs. My fingers dug in, trying to find her wet gash. Her crease was as dark as her nipples and slick to the touch. I didn’t hesitate and plunged my tongue into her at once. She gasped.
I sucked and licked wildly, pulling as much of her flesh into my mouth as I could. I pushed my tongue into her as fully as possible and lapped at her pudgy, stiff clit. She tasted wonderful – salty and sweet at the same time.
Pressing her thighs apart with my forearms, I inserted a finger from each hand into her dripping slit. My tongue was still working crazily when I pushed two more fingers inside her.
With a moan, she pushed and tugged on my hips until she had access to my stiff cock. Her mouth engulfed me as I continued to pleasure her puss.
We sucked each other ravenously; our bodies jerking to our mixed rhythms.
I pulled her gap wide and rammed my tongue in. Her thighs clamped onto my head as she exploded into my waiting mouth. Her juices spilled across my face and I erupted into her throat a second time.
Wiping my dripping face on the sheets, I changed positions again; this time kneeling between her sloppy thighs. Wrapping my hand around the base of my semi-hard cock, I started slapping it against her wet bush. As my prick returned to life, I pressed it into her hair and gap. Not letting myself enter her, I rubbed my hard-on back and forth across her thighs and slit.
Tamara took her mammoth breasts in her own hands and squeezed them vigorously. She flicked at her nipples and craned her neck to lap at herself briefly. The sight of that drove me wild and my cock jumped in my grasp.
Without warning I jammed my throbbing cock into her. We both groaned happily as I pulled out and repeated the thrust. Again and again I pushed into her, watching her tits bounce and sway with each violent shove. My hands sunk into her fleshy thighs, pressing them further apart as I increased my pace.
I watched my penis sink repeatedly into her dark hole and I liked the way her black pussy clung to me when I retreated. I felt my ass tighten and shoved myself in completely, anticipating my orgasm. Tamara started to shudder and we burst together with howls.
As we lay panting I knew there was something I had to do.
“I have to fuck those tits,” I told her huskily.
We kissed and touched each other passionately. It took a little while, but she rubbed my spent penis back to erection and I climbed on top of her. With some effort, due to her large stomach, we found a comfortable position and she mashed her tits around my raw cock.
I started slowly, but rapidly increased my pace. She was tugging at her nipples and lapping at my prick every time it peeked out from her cleavage. Her belly felt terrific against my ass as my dick glided back and forth between her tits. I shot another load and was surprised by just how much spunk I had left to unload. I left a wet, white line across her neck and chin while leaving a healthy puddle on her chest.
We fell asleep naked in each other’s arms and slept soundly until morning.
Remembering my various appointments, we rushed to get dressed. She still had only a towel and bathing suit, so we had to make a stop at the local Target (she was adamant about not returning for her clothes or belongings) before heading to the bus depot.
I missed my earliest meeting, but I wasn’t complaining – Tamara gave me a wonderful hand-job in the parking lot while we were waiting for her bus to arrive. When it did, we kissed and hugged a bit awkwardly and off she went.
As I was driving away I realized I didn’t even know her full name … but she knew mine and that, in turned out, was going to make things interesting …
The End
Raging Robyn
I turned a whole different shade of red as I pulled my card out of my wallet. Seventy-three dollars never felt so embarrassing and I was more than thankful that the clerk was a young, beautiful woman. Maybe she would understand; then again, maybe not and her judgment was withheld behind her professional smile.
I tried to talk myself down. I tried to remember that she was a clerk in sex shop. She had to have seen it all before. Surely seeing a man come in with his girlfriend wasn’t a far stretch. I just wondered how many men went into the store to purchase a strap on for their girlfriends.
I paid little attention to the clerk or the contents of the newly stuffed plastic bag. My focus was more to my girlfriend, Robyn. Robyn was just as red as me, but she managed to grin in a way as to communicate with the clerk in the silent fashion that only women can understand. Robyn and I were well into our relationship and were well into kink.
Robyn, until meeting me, considered herself a prude. I figured that prudish behavior would have been and absolute waste on a five foot, ten inch blonde with large breasts, a thin waste, and well rounded hips. We were in a snow resort town when I first met her, so her physique was hidden beneath jeans and a hoodie sweatshirt. Though dressed down, she was beautiful and I knew that I had to have her in my bed. I didn’t plan on her becoming my girlfriend, but I knew that I at least wanted to fuck her.
Her prude-like habits eventually caught up and it took a while for me to actually sleep with her. However, she was not completely adverse to oral sex. In fact, she down right enjoyed having my cock in her mouth.
One at a time, sixty-nines, from the front, from behind; oral was the only intimate exchanges that we shared for a couple of weeks. I didn’t mind. I loved the smell and taste of her pussy set atop her long, thin legs and gladly went down on her often. She, of course, returned the favor. She was able to take the full length of my cock into her mouth and slurp hungrily as I came in the back of her throat.
After a couple of weeks, Robyn and I had licked, teased, sucked, and came with the use of our mouths only. Then, on a cold, but glorious Friday night, she spoke softly in a way that made my hard cock twitch. In fine, Robyn fashion, she buried my cock in her mouth to the hilt and waited for the near-cum pause. Unexpectedly, she pulled her face away from my hard on and paused. “Ah, I was about to cum,” I protested as she looked up at me with her face just hovering over my member. My dick throbbed, aching to cum.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered. I’m not completely sure if she was able to finish the phrase before I scooped her up to me and flipped her onto her back. I had my dick in my left hand and guided the tip to her pussy. She was soaked and I knew that she wasn’t joking. I expected to simply slide into her, but it was not as easy as I had planned. She let me in on the secret that she had not been penetrated for a long time and she moaned with the slight pain of my hard cock pushing into her.
I buried my cock into her as slowly as my hips would allow. I could feel her pussy pulsate against me as she whimpered. I felt powerful looking down at her grimacing face, but I held still for a moment. I allowed her to adjust and waited for her signal that she was okay.
“Fuck me,” she exhaled in a carnal voice. I obeyed the request-slash-command and began to pump my hips forward and back. I started with slow, smooth, light strokes, but it was not before long that Robyn had her fingernail dug into my ass cheeks. She was allowing me to pull back until the head of my dick nearly fell out of her then she jerked me forward as to silently beg to be fucked harder.
I didn’t have to ask where she wanted me to cum before she whimpered, “I want your cum inside me.” She didn’t have to ask twice before I twitched and unloaded my loins into the depths of her hole. I pumped until I could feel that every drop had freed itself from my tip then I collapsed.
I came so hard that I failed to realize that she allowed herself to come with me. I had never had a simultaneous orgasm before and I wished I had paid more attention, but there was no lack for want and I certainly was not disappointed.
Robyn and I lay in a pile of flesh and sweat. Our bodies heaved as we tried to catch our breaths, but we couldn’t seem to pry ourselves from the other. It was the most intimate experience I had felt as a man in my early twenties. I wasn’t inexperienced is matters of fucking, but I was certainly new to feeling an actual love. I wanted more.
We finally managed to pull apart with a kiss. Where most couples go to clean up and turn on the television, Robyn and I lay next to each other. We were filthy from the fuck and didn’t mind. We exchanged pleasantries and I began to fall to the natural urge to sleep. I figured that would be the best way to get some rest for snowboarding the next day. Robyn, however, was a natural woman and had the natural burst of energy following orgasm. She was more interested in talking than sleeping.
“Jon,” she nearly whispered, “what’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?” I found the question to be kind of weird coming from her. It nearly felt like a set up for a knock down, so I answered with a somewhat tame and sheepish grin. “I had a threesome once.” She chuckled a little then admitted that such a deed did not surprise her.
“Was it with a girl and a guy or two girls?” I kind of liked where the conversation was going, but I had to follow my nature to joke. “Actually it was with two guys.” Her eyes bulged out of her head until I started to laugh. She slapped me across the chest for being so boyish in humor. Then I answered honestly, “It was with two girls.” I still laughed a little as I asked if she had ever done anything like that, and I was a little disappointed of find out that she had not.
“So, my dear, what is the kinkiest thing you’ve done?” She had me hooked into the conversation. It would seem that horny-based conversation is more enticing that going to sleep.
Robyn smiled and admitted that she once had a sexual encounter in a public park. I was amazed at her exhibitionism until I found out that it was during the middle of the night with no one around. I still accepted her ploy to keep the dirty talk going. Then, her turn came again and the next question was asked.
“So, what kind of stuff do you fantasize about?” The question, though good in nature with the sense that she was looking to please me in the future, was still erotic to me. I began to answer, but stopped for the sake of embarrassment. “Promise you won’t laugh?” I questioned and she agreed. “I want to be fucked with a strap on.”
I expected her to burst with laughter, call me queer, or simply roll out of bed and leave. She didn’t. She just questioned lightly, “Really? I wouldn’t guess that would be something you would be into.” She was right in her assumption. I was a rough-edged man and I understood her thinking.
I had never told anyone that before and it turned me on to get it out in the open. I felt my cock harden a little as I said it aloud. I looked at Robyn and could see the gears turning in her mind. Her fingertips had found their way to my left arm and she stroked lightly as though she was turned on. “Have you ever done that before?” she questioned. I answered that I had not. I didn’t even know what started the fantasy, just that I had it for awhile and was waiting for a woman that I could trust with my secret. “Would you be interested in something like that?” I baited.
“I might be,” she cooed at me with a grin, “but I think we should work our way up to that.” She nearly sounded expert in her words. How would she know what to do or not to do? I asked if she had ever done anything like fucking someone with a strap on. She answered that she had not. Then she admitted, “I’ve never even been fucked in the ass.” My cock grew immediately hard again. “Can I be your first?” I wanted so badly to bury my member into her ass at that moment. “I think we can work up to that,” she answered.
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Several weeks later, Robyn and I had gone through a series positions and oral exchanges that allowed us to experiment with each other’s back doors. I would fuck her doggy-style just so I could push my thumb into her ass. She would blow me with my legs over her shoulders so she could push her fingers into mine. We both felt as though we were getting to a point where we were ready to have the other inside our asses. Then the day came.
We got off work on a Friday at the usual time. She called me to make sure that I was going to be able to meet her at her apartment and that went without a hitch. I arrived at her place and she was ready to leave almost immediately. She had an evening planned for us and I loved being out with a good time girl.
Our first stop was a late happy hour. Several bears, a few game of pool, a couple of shots, and a few rounds of darts and we were ready to go. I thought that we would head back to her apartment and commence with continued love making and anal finger fucking, but she had something else in mind.
I didn’t recognize the area of town that we found ourselves in, but she was clearly up to something as we pulled up to the Midnight Book Shop. It was a coy name for a fuck store. I looked at Robyn and could only smile as we got out of the car. We were buzzed and a bit loose, so to speak. We were relaxed enough that we greeted the girl behind the counter and moved straight back to the dongs and dildos section of the store.
Robyn, a little uninhibited, picked up a dong the size of her leg and waved it at me. “What do you think?” She was playful and it made me laugh a little as I said, “Yeah right.” Then the shopping turned a bit more serious as we came to a series of boxes. All of which were labeled with goofy names like “Love Harness” or “Super Strap”. We, being a couple of novices, had no idea what we were looking for until I saw one that might accommodate us both.
The box was sexily illustrated by a beautiful woman wearing a black leather harness. The flesh colored cock poked out from her as she stood in front of the man with his hands on her shoulders. I picked the box up and looked at the details. The dildo was a girthy seven inches long, but it was connected to an inverted six inch dildo. It was like a his-and-hers package held together by leather straps. “How about this one?” I questioned Robyn and she commented that it looked great. With that, the decision was made. Robyn was going to fuck me in the ass to fulfill my fantasy for the first time.
The embarrassing purchase was made and we made an excited journey back to her apartment. I wondered what it would be like to be penetrated with something that large and my dick hardened inside my jeans. Robyn must have been looking at my crotch because she began to rub me through my pants. She could see how horny I was and I think that she must have been equally horny or a little drunker than I was.
I was driving, so she was able to open the newly purchased package without distraction. She pulled out the harness and held it up. She looked like someone brought Christmas early and I was pleased with her excitement. Then, I was able to see how drunk she was because she pulled the double dong out of the box. “Hmm,” was all she muttered before she placed the larger of the two dongs into her mouth. She pushed it in all the way and pulled off. “You’re bigger.”
Her matter of measuring made me even harder. I hated her for a second for doing something so arousing at a time that I couldn’t just take her. “It hardly seems fair,” she continued, “yours is bigger than mine.” I laughed at that, but she was trying to make the point that it wasn’t fair that I would hurt her more than she would hurt me.
We arrived back at her apartment and dashed to her bedroom. It was very late in the night, but we didn’t mind considering the buzz and excitement. It took no time before we were standing at the edge of her bed. Our naked bodies pressed to each other in the sexuality of the night and I couldn’t wait to get to business.
“Did you want to fuck me tonight?” she questioned. I thought the question was absurd considering my erection, but I answered in the affirmative. With that, she dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. Her head moved in and out as her mouth slid up and down my shaft. My dick throbbed with excitement and I had not been that turned on for as long as I can remember.
I thought for sure that Robyn was just drunk enough to strap on the new toy and have her way with me, but she had different plans. A cold sensation ran over my dick and I looked down to see that she was dripping lube onto me. “What are you up to?” I asked as if I didn’t know what the semi-liquid was for. She began to jack me off with my dick at her face level. Then I looked down to the placement of her other hand. She had reached a handful of lube to her rear and was rubbing a generous amount over and about her ass. Suddenly, I heard her moan her distinct sound and I knew that she had pushed her finger into her ass. “How many fingers are you using?” She admitted her use of her two fingers then I felt her let go of my prick and reach up between my legs.
“Are you ready to fuck me?” It was a question that a woman normally reserved for her man, but I was the one making the inquiry. “Not tonight,” she answered. “I want you to fuck me.” She moaned again then said, “Three.” I loved that she was able to get three fingers into her drunken ass and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I reached down and pulled her hand away from my ass. “Stand up and get on the bed.” She did so, but lay on her back. “Roll over for me.” I was in charge and ready to fuck her.
Robyn was obedient without reluctance. She initially lay flat on her stomach, but lifted her lower body onto her knees without further direction. I had fucked her from behind many times, but never had I guided the tip of my dick to her asshole. My cool, lubricated tip touched her rectum and she jumped just a little. She was scared, but accepting. “Please go slow.”
I had fucked several women in the ass before and I knew that the best way for her to accept me into her hole was for her to back into me. I told her the same and she began to push back until my head plopped into her ass. She paused as though she was stuck. Then she moan as if to cry, but did not pull away.
I felt her ass clenching tightly and I remained still. I loved the idea that I was effectively taking her anal virginity and I loved it even more as she pushed herself all the way onto me. Her ass cheeks pushed into my hips and I instinctively lurched forward. It was too much too fast and she whimpered for me to wait. I could still feel her clenching tightly and I waited until she relaxed to say, “Okay.”
“Okay” was all I needed to hear. I ran my hands the length of her smooth back from her shoulders to her hips. I gripped tightly into her hips and began to push forward as I pulled back on her. She exhaled deeply with the first few thrusts before I felt her relax completely. “Fuck me,” she moaned. I began to pump harder and faster with the idea that she was enjoying being fucked in the ass.
It was not long before I was hammering away at her ass. I pushed forward with a continual slap of my hips against her ass. The lube that coated us both made my dick slide in and out of her hole with ease as I piled into her over and over. Robyn had since moved her hand to her pussy and was digging at her clit.
Her asshole bore down tightly as she came and the sensation of continuous contact with my nervous tip was too much. Her orgasm subsided just as mine began to pound through my body. I grabbed into her hips tightly and thrust forward as my cock spurt cum into the depths of her ass. I continued to fuck her sloppily until I wasn’t able to breath and my upper body collapsed to her back.
I kissed her between her shoulders and slowly pulled my still hard cock from her ass. She allowed herself to fall from her knees and lay flat on her stomach once more. “Oh my god,” she huffed in an audibly pleased voice. I was just as pleased. I always enjoyed fucking her mouth and pussy, but there was just something raunchy about hitting the glory hole.
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The glow wore off after a few moments and we decided that it would be best to wash up after this go around. We walked each other to the shower and proceeded to clean one another lovingly. There was still romance after a good anal fucking and it was pleasant. Robyn was particularly touchy and connected and I enjoyed her company as such.
We returned to bed and fell into a hard and deep sleep.
The next day was fun. We had lunch with friends and smiled constantly as to show that we had a dirty little secret. We went out for drinks that night and whispered lightly to one another about things to come. We allowed time to pass in the bar before I finally had enough waiting. It was well into the night and I wanted to go back home. I wanted to fuck Robyn in the ass again. She was sitting at the bar when I went to voice my wants to her. In a sly, but less than discreet fashion, she reached down the front of my pants and felt my swelling prick.
“Let’s go.” We tabbed out and made way back to her apartment. In the same quick fashion, we found ourselves without clothing and aching for each other. I lubed up my cock, but this time I reached around to her ass for her. I pushed a finger into her ass, but she protested. “Not tonight, baby,” she stated as she put her hands to my chest. “Lay on the bed.”
I did as I was told and waited for her to climb onto me for a ride. However, she had a different plan. She walked to her closet and returned with the box that contained her cock. I involuntarily began to rub my hard on. I was so excited that I shivered a little.
Robyn reached into the box and withdrew the toy. She had put it together and tried it on while I was asleep earlier that day. It turned me on to think that she had been planning this all day long.
I watched excitedly as she held the harness out like a pair of panties and stepped into it. She slid the leather straps up her legs then spread her feet apart to give the smaller dildo access to her pussy. She hummed a little, pleased sound as the rubber dong entered her. Then she tugged at the straps and buckles until the unit was secure to her body.
Robyn sauntered toward me with the rubber cock bouncing back and forth. She stood at the edge of the bed in full view. She wanted me to get a good look and absorb the sight of her. I reached out as though I had no control over my hand and began to rub lube up and down the shaft.
“How do you want it?” Her new extension seemed to give her a sense of empowerment as she gritted the question. I was baffled as I didn’t really think the fantasy would go this far. “Doggy-style I guess.” I didn’t know how to answer and I don’t know where Robyn’s take charge attitude came from, but she retorted, “Well get on all fours then.”
It turned me on to have her bossing me around like that and I did not hesitate to get on my hands and knees. I felt her climb on the bed behind me and wedge her knees between mine. I shivered again thinking that she had already shoved the dildo into me. “Relax,” she cooed as I realized that she had inserted a finger into my ass. Whatever shyness or prude habits she once had were gone. I felt myself relax to her finger and I thought that I was ready.
Robyn moved the tip of the dildo to my ass, but her inexperience with having a cock caught me in the end. The head of the fleshy dildo pushed into me too quickly and I jumped forward. “Slowly,” I pleaded with a reversal of roles. Robyn decided it best that I push back onto her the way that she had done onto me.
I slowly moved back against the dildo until I felt the rim of the head make way past my rectum. I felt spread open more than I ever had before and had to give myself a moment to relax. Robyn stroked my back in a soothing fashion as I inched down her rubber cock. I moaned and sucked air through my teeth as I allowed my self to slide up and down the shaft. I had not made it all the way down before I pumped myself onto the dildo lightly. They were not long strokes; just long enough to loosen me up and spread the lube generously.
Suddenly, I felt my ass open wide and I slid, slowly, down the length of the shaft until it was buried inside me. I felt myself still pushing back even though my ass cheeks had met Robyn’s hips. “Okay,” I quivered begging to be fucked. Robyn allowed her hands to move from my back to my hips. Nearly every detail was the same as it was when I took her anal virginity. Robyn’s first withdraw was long and slow, but her first thrust shoved the full cock back into my ass with a thud of her hips. I felt the rubber dong bury deep into me and groaned as a second thrust came.
My arms buckled and my forehead met my forearms. I looked down the length of my body and saw that precum was pouring from my hard on. My dick was slippery and wanted to be touched, but I restrained for fear of cumming too soon. I looked further down and was able to see Robyn’s knees and thighs between my spread legs. I watched as her muscles flexed each time she pushed into me.
Before long, Robyn was into it. She was more into it than I had anticipated. She jerked back on my hips in contrasting rhythm to every push of her hips. She was slamming into me harder and harder with every thrust like I was no longer attached to my hole.
I felt like my cock was going to explode, but I didn’t want to cum and ruin the sensation. “Baby, can I lie on my back and watch you fuck me?” Robyn slowed her thrusts and slowly withdrew from me.
“Are you having fun?” she questioned as she pulled at my hips for me to roll over. I told her that I was with a smile up at her. I spread my legs to straddle her from beneath and she seemed to have an instinct for being the fucker as well as the fucked. She reached down to my knees and pushed them upward until my legs were bent and my ass was once again exposed.
Robyn wasted no time in getting her cock back into my ass. “Is this okay?” she asked to make sure that the position was not painful. I told her that I was okay just before she lifted my legs onto her shoulders. She returned to pumping in and out with the change of position. I was able to get a good look at the top of the harness that ran over her sexy hips. Her tits bounced each time her hips slammed into my ass. Her stomach muscles flexed and heaved between thrusts and breaths.
The sight of her, the sensation of her fucking me, the idea that my fantasy was fulfilled was too much for me to handle. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my cock. I jerked and stroked quickly until I came.
My cock twitched with the slick touch of my hand. It was the hardest orgasm I had ever endured. I let out a wide mouthed moan of ecstasy, but the angle of my legs being over Robyn’s shoulders must have been the source of my surprise. The first spurt of cum landed into my agape mouth. I was taken aback for a split second, but swallowed the tiny bit of cum as the second and subsequent blasts of come fell to my chest and stomach.
I came until I milked my cock dry. Robyn had stopped her thrusts to watch the show then she let my legs down and leaned down to kiss me deeply with her cock still in to the hilt. The wonderful sensation of being fuck, a rubber cock in my ass, and the deep kiss of the woman that I loved more than any other I had ever known was more than enough to leave my fantasy completely fulfilled.
The End
Initiating Kyle
The knot in Kyle’s stomach seemed to grow the closer he came to his destination. Why had he agreed to this? He could have passed on their offer, could have said ’no thank you’ to the two incredibly gorgeous men who had so generously offered to assist him with this endeavor and gone on his way.
But he hadn’t.
Ashe Wilson was the all-American boy-next-door type – six foot tall, one hundred eighty pounds, sandy-blond hair and blue eyes. One look at him and Kyle had been lost. Add to that Ashe’s long-time partner, Jason Rogers, with his Italian good looks – dark hair, brown eyes, olive skin, lithe build, and a pair of lips that rivaled Angela Jolie’s. Throughout the course of the evening, he had watched the blond sucking on those plump pieces of flesh and Kyle found himself wanting to do the same. Kyle had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
After nervously admitting that he had never been with anyone ’that way’ before, Kyle had been sure they would laugh at him and move on to someone else. But they had surprised him, assuring Kyle that he was more than welcome to join them, that they would not pressure him into anything he was not ready for. If he decided at some point he was ready to take the final step, they would be more than honored to share that with him.
“We’re staying at the Union Square Crowne Plaza in room 923 if you want to join us later,” Ashe had said before pressing a kiss to the young man’s lips. Kyle swore he could still feel those soft lips against his own.
The cab driver’s voice interrupted Kyle’s musings. “Crowne Plaza,” he said as he motioned to the large building he had pulled up to. “That’ll be $27.50.”
Kyle pulled three tens from his wallet and handed them to the driver before exiting the car. Through the floor to ceiling windows, he spied the bank of elevators off to the right, past the seemingly never-ending mahogany check-in desk. Good, he thought. It wouldn’t do to wander around the place like some lost idiot who had no business being there.
Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Kyle smiled when the night doorman bid him a good evening as he stepped into the opulent hotel, returning the sentiment with a quietly offered ’thank you'.
His stomach felt as if it were doing somersaults, his already-frazzled nerves fraying even more as he approached the elevator. He could do this, couldn’t he? He could ride up to the ninth floor, knock on the door bearing the number 923, and take this final step.
Or he could chicken out and go home.
Alone.
Again.
The polished doors slid open quietly and before Kyle could change his mind, he stepped into the elevator. The ride up to the ninth floor took less time than he would have thought, but then again, he’d never been inside a swanky hotel such as this one. He wondered if the elevators in the more ‘affordable’ hotels were slower. Before he could finish that thought, the doors opened once more and Kyle stepped into the hallway.
After a quick glance at the sign on the wall informing patrons of their room locations, 900 to 925 to the right, 926 to 950 to the left, he slowly made his way down the right corridor. Thirty-nine steps later found him standing in front of the room number he had been given. Lifting a nervous hand, he knocked on the door and waited.
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The two men did not make it beyond the living area of their suite before their clothes started disappearing, both extremely turned on by the thought of Kyle joining them. They had invited others to join them before, something they did on occasion, but never before had it been an innocent.
Both were looking forward to the experience if the young man showed.
Ashe moaned as Jason’s succulent lips surrounded his cock, slowly bringing him closer to the edge. His lover’s talented tongue curled around the shaft, massaging the thick vein just the way he liked it. He slid blunt-nailed fingers into the black shoulder-length hair, knowing his lover enjoyed the connection as much as Ashe did himself.
Hearing the quiet knock, Jason groaned around his mouthful, knowing that things were about to get a whole lot more interesting. The vibration slid up Ashe’s spine, making him shudder. Jason smiled up at his lover who was reclining back on the couch, Jason on his knees between widespread legs. “Want me to get that?” he asked as he licked his swollen lips, enjoying the flavor of his lover on them.
“Didn’t lock the door,” Ashe said as he nudged his lover’s mouth back to his cock. Taking the hint, Jason went back to work. “Come in, Kyle,” Ashe shouted towards the door and then closed his eyes as a wave of pleasure rolled over him.
Kyle slowly turned the knob and opened the door, not sure what to expect. Were the two men going to pounce on him as soon as he stepped over the threshold? Would they stick to their word and not pressure him into anything? The curtains of the floor to ceiling windows were pulled back, the moonlight casting a silvery glow about the room. It wasn’t dark, by any means, and he immediately caught sight of the two men, a naked Jason kneeling between the legs of an equally naked Ashe, his head slowly bobbing up and down. Oh God, he was…
“Planning on standing there all night or were you going to join us?” Ashe asked when he opened his eyes again, the light of the hallway spilling into their darkened room.
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Kyle stammered as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Now that he was inside, he wondered what he was supposed to do. No sooner than the thought had formed, Ashe was speaking again.
“We meant what we said earlier. We’ll not force anything on you. Feel free to watch, or join in if that’s what you’d like. You’ll find that we’re pretty open about everything,” he said before dropping his head back to the arm of the sofa.
Kyle moved further into the room, closer to the two men. He could smell them, the musky scent that accompanied arousal. Deciding to watch, at least for the time being, he slid into the overstuffed chair next to the sofa. He could now see Jason’s lips stretched around the thick shaft that glistened with saliva, could see the bliss on his face as he brought his lover pleasure.
Jason’s dark eyes opened, focused on Kyle for a moment before giving him a quick wink and the young man knew instantly what he wanted. He wanted those lips wrapped around his own member. He unconsciously licked his lips, shifted in his seat to accommodate his growing arousal.
“He does have the perfect lips for sucking cock, doesn’t he?” Ashe asked, startling Kyle. He had no idea the other man was watching him.
Kyle managed a nod and then Jason was crawling towards him, his sleek movements reminding him of a panther on the prowl.
And Kyle was his target.
Muscles flexed as Jason moved closer and Kyle’s body temperature jumped a few degrees as lust swamped his system. Then four hands were tugging at his shirt, up his torso, over his head and off his arms. So entranced by the man crawling towards him, Kyle had completely missed Ashe moving to stand behind him. He gasped as one set of lips teased his already tight nubs and then another set of lips covered his own. One of his hands settled on the back of Ashe’s neck while the other rested on Jason’s shoulder.
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As his tongue tangled with Ashe’s, somewhere in the back of his mind, the extremely small part that was still functioning at this point, he noticed that Jason’s hands, or were they Ashe’s, were moving down his chest, blunt nails leaving faint trails of pink in their wake as they moved towards their destination. His stomach quivered when he felt the sucking kisses that were bound to leave a mark or two, and the teasing licks that were moving lower with each passing moment. Nimble fingers unbuttoned his pants and freed his weeping cock, and he moaned into the mouth assaulting his own as Jason’s lips closed around his shaft.
Kyle pulled out of the kiss in order to drag much needed oxygen back into his lungs. He wanted desperately to look down but knew if he did, this would be over before it really began. Obviously Ashe had other ideas.
“Look at him, Kyle. His lips wrapped around you, sucking you,” he whispered next to Kyle’s ear, his tongue teasing the fleshy lobe.
Kyle frantically shook his head. “Can’t,” he mumbled, gasping as Jason took him deeper. “I’ll come if I do.”
A knowing chuckle wrapped around Kyle. “Been thinking of this, then?”
A quick nod.
“We have all night, you know. And besides, if you come now, you’ll be relaxed for later,” he said before tracing the whorl of Kyle’s ear with his tongue. “Come on, you know you want to. I love to watch those pouty lips of his wrapped around my cock. I know you’ll love it just as much.”
Lifting his head from the back of the chair, Kyle watched as his cock slid between those perfect pieces of flesh, once, twice and on the third time, he let himself go. He groaned through his release, coating the back of Jason’s throat with this essence, feeling Jason greedily accepting everything he had to offer.
Soft lips covered his own as he came down from his high and then he felt Jason moving, felt the heat of the other man. His mouth was being pulled away from Ashe’s and then Jason was kissing him. After a few moments, Ashe joined in and then Kyle felt both men pulling away. He felt a moment of regret but that soon changed when he opened his eyes and watched the two men above him. He could see the love they shared and wondered why they had invited him along. If he had someone like either one of them, there was no way in hell he’d be sharing.
Ashe slowly broke the kiss, sucking on Jason’s lower lip as he pulled away. He looked down at Kyle and smiled. “Enjoy that?”
Again Kyle nodded, his brain apparently still on vacation.
“Then you’ll love what comes next,” Ashe said as he moved off of the chair and pulled both men to their feet, leading them into the bedroom.
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“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Jason asked Kyle as he slowly brought his soon-to-be lover’s arousal back to the forefront. After leaving the living area, they had ended up in a tangle of limbs on the king-sized bed. Hands caressed, mouths teased, tongues licked, teeth nibbled. Do what feels natural, Jason had said and Kyle had.
Tentatively at first, but he had finally come around.
He had licked the copper disks of Jason’s chest, teased the fine hair that surrounded them, worried the tight nubbin that sat proudly in the center of the puckered skin until he had his dark-haired lover moaning beneath him. Kyle had captured the succulent lips and settled in for a lengthy make out session, sucking on the tempting lower lip before releasing Jason from his grip.
Then he turned his attention to Ashe. The man’s entire body called to Kyle and he wanted to explore every inch of it, but instead settled on the well-defined stomach, loving the way his muscles clenched and unclenched each time Kyle nipped at the skin there. He dipped his tongue into Ashe’s navel, caught the dark hair between lip and tongue and pulled gently, earning a full body shudder for his efforts. Well, maybe the fact that his hand was leisurely stroking the thick shaft at the time had a little bit to do with it.
And now it was his turn. Or their turn, depending on how you looked at it.
“Yeah,” he said as he slowly fucked Jason’s hand, slick from his own precome. “But I want you to be the one,” he said shyly and then looked over at Ashe who was lying beside them. “I want to be able to walk tomorrow.”
They shared a chuckle over that because there was a noticeable size difference between the two men. Ashe was thick, not quite as long as Jason, but Jason’s cock was slender, and Kyle figured he could handle that better than being split open his first time.
“We were going to suggest that,” Ashe said before leaning over and giving Kyle a quick kiss. “We want this to be something that you’ll always remember.”
Kyle smiled up at the older man. “So far so good.”
“How about we add some new memories?” Ashe asked as he pulled the younger man atop him, catching Kyle beneath the knees and pulling them towards the head of the bed so that he was straddling Ashe’s body, their cocks nestled between them.
“Perfect,” Jason said as he moved towards the opposite end of the bed. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“Okay,” he said as he looked over his shoulder, trying to watch what Jason was doing. A finger beneath his chin turned his attention back to Ashe. He looked down into sky-blue eyes.
“We’ll take care of you, Kyle,” Ashe said sincerely, knowing that the young man’s nerves were probably trying to put in another appearance. “Just concentrate on me, on what you’re feeling, and you’ll be fine.”
Kyle nodded. “Kiss me?” he quietly asked and sighed when Ashe’s soft lips met his own.
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“Gladly,” Ashe said, deepening the kiss.
Kyle felt Jason’s lips on his back, leaving a kiss on each vertebra, working his way lower. He stiffened momentarily when he felt the first sweep of Jason’s warm tongue over his opening but relaxed as he grew familiar with the feeling. Jason’s tongue lapped at the tight ring of muscle, slowly working it open.
“That’s it, relax and let me in,” Jason said quietly as he continued to tease the puckered entrance until his tongue was able to work its way inside. He reached for the bottle of lube they had placed on the bedside table and quickly slicked his index finger. “Now my finger,” he said as he slowly massaged some of the oil around the pucker, the tip of his finger dipping inside every few passes.
Breaking the kiss, Kyle gasped at the sensation of Jason’s finger breaching him for the first time.
“Okay?” Ashe asked, concern written in his voice.
“Fine,” Kyle managed to get out.
“I promise it gets better,” Jason said as he reached up and stroked the smooth back with his free hand. The index finger of his right hand continued to tease the opening, seesawing back and forth, stretching the muscle even more. “Think you can handle another one?” he asked and after a quick nod from Kyle, he drizzled more lube down the exposed cleft, making sure to coat his middle finger as well.
Kyle hissed as one finger became two.
“Focus on me, Kyle,” Ashe said and reached up to push the sweat-dampened hair back from the young man’s face. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“Full,” he managed to gasp out. “But it’s good.”
Just then Jason’s finger stroked over his prostate and Kyle let out a surprised shout, causing his two lovers to laugh.
“Told you it was going to get better,” Ashe said with a smile.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kyle said as he buried his face in Ashe’s neck and enjoyed the sensations that were rolling over him. His ass hurt, but not to the point that he wanted to stop. He knew going in to this that there’d be pain, and that the pain would turn to pleasure once things got going.
Jason continued his two-finger preparation for several more minutes, every now and then making sure to brush his fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
So this is what they were talking about, he thought as he slowly became accustomed to the feeling of someone else’s fingers inside of him. It was definitely different from having your own inside of yourself. You knew what was coming, the element of surprise absent during his sessions of self-pleasure.
“Think you can handle three?” Jason asked as he pulled out and teased the pinkened skin.
“Might as well since I’ve come this far,” he said and braced himself for what came next. First the coolness of the lube, then the gentle touch of fingers at his opening. One sliding in, then two, and then the third slowly worked its way inside of him.
Kyle tensed. Jason halted his movements and Ashe captured Kyle’s lips, trying to take his mind off of the flare of pain he had felt. Their tongues danced together lazily at first, then as Jason began to move again, the kiss picked up its pace as well. By the time Ashe released the swollen lips, all three of them were craving their release.
“Now,” Kyle panted out. “Fuck me now, Jason,” he said as he looked over his shoulder at his dark-haired lover.
Positioning Kyle on his left side, right leg bent and knee pulled to his chest, Jason quickly slid on a condom and covered it with lube, then moved in behind the young man. He looked over Kyle’s body to where Ashe was lying on his side as well, facing them, and nodded. Ashe leaned in and captured Kyle’s lips as Jason’s cock slowly breached him for the first time.
It burned and it hurt, and Kyle considered changing his mind about the whole damn thing. There was a world of difference between fingers and a cock.
“Relax,” Jason said as he stroked the trembling flank.
They remained completely motionless until the pain gradually began to fade into a dull ache. And then Jason started to move. The ache remained, though Kyle could feel the tendrils of pleasure snaking their way into the equation. He gasped as Jason angled his hips and the cock inside of him brushed over his prostate.
“Better?” Ashe asked as he watched the emotions skittering across Kyle’s face. The grimace was gone, replaced by a look of wonder.
“Better,” Kyle affirmed and then he felt warm lips on his chest, a teasing tongue lapping at his nipples and he didn’t know which feeling to concentrate on. He was going to lose his mind! And then those same lips moved lower, teased his navel before taking his semi-erect shaft into the warmth of Ashe’s mouth. In a matter of moments he was hard again.
“Do what feels good,” Jason said as he continued his slow, languid rhythm. “You set the pace. Fuck his mouth. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Kyle soon found himself approaching sensory overload and could no more hold back the orgasm that ripped through his body than he could stop the world from turning. A scream filled the hotel room as his cock erupted in Ashe’s mouth, his internal muscles clenching and unclenching around Jason’s cock still embedded deep within him. In his post-orgasmic haze, he heard a groan from behind him followed by a gasp below him, then something warm and wet hit his calf.
It was several minutes before any of them were coherent again. It was Ashe who rallied first, rolling onto his back and lying there for a bit. Then he disappeared into the bathroom.
Jason was next to rouse and placed a kiss to the sweat-sheened back in front of him. “You okay?” he quietly asked. At Kyle’s nod, he slowly pulled out and tied off the used condom.
“Give me that,” Ashe said as he exchanged two damp washcloths for the used condom.
Kyle tried to roll onto his back but was stopped by Jason. “Not yet. Let me clean you up first,” he said as he rolled his lover onto his stomach. Gently parting the smooth globes, he tenderly wiped the reddened pucker, thankful there was no blood present. When he was satisfied with that side, he urged his lover onto his back and cleaned up the stickiness that remained there as well.
While Jason gave himself a quick wipe, Ashe cleaned up the mess he had made on Kyle’s calf. After dropping the cloths over the side of the bed, Ashe joined them, gathering Kyle into his arms. Jason snuggled in behind his young lover.
“You okay?” Ashe asked as he nuzzled the damp skin of Kyle’s neck.
“Yeah,” Kyle answered with a sigh. “A bit tender, but I expected that.”
“You’re more than welcome to use the tub or shower. The hot water will help,” Jason added.
“Thank you. For everything,” Kyle said as he leaned up and bestowed a kiss on Ashe, then turned in the blond’s embrace to give Jason an identical kiss. “You two have no idea how much I appreciate you doing this.”
“It was our pleasure,” Jason said as he trailed a long finger down Kyle’s cheek, smiling when the young man leaned into his touch.
“Absolutely,” Ashe added over Kyle’s shoulder. “Now how about we all pile into that huge tub of ours and relax. The night is still young,” he said with a glint in his eye.
The End
Best Served Cold? I Think Not.
For years I have carried around the memories of my junior prom like a pocketful of glass shards. Even the scars are largely invisible to others, but the glass is always there, always available to enhance the petty pains of life’s everyday miseries.
To take just one example, a few years back Roger Bedford decided that we needed “more space.” I had no problem with that. To be honest, I had more space than Roger was capable of filling anyway, the tiny-dicked little rat bastard. But beyond that, we had been dating for maybe two years, and it wasn’t really going anywhere. It was time to move on, for both of us. Breaking up was the right thing to do. But the proper way to tell that to a woman to whom you’ve been professing your undying love for the past year, a woman who has been sharing her bed with you and cooking you meals, and taking care of your mangy ferret when you suddenly have to go visit your sister, is face-to-face. Take her to a restaurant, and give her the truth.
Don’t just leave a message on her answering machine when you know she’s at work, you fucking asshole.
To be fair, there was no way that Roger could have known about Alan, and my memories of the prom. Alan had been a high school senior when I was a sophomore, and had made my year by asking me to the spring dance. I can still remember the look on Andrea Phillips’s face when I walked in on his arm. Alan and I dated the next summer, until I came down with mononucleosis. And then he went off to college. I didn’t have a car, or even a driver’s license, so we only saw each other at Christmas. He was a little distant then, but I chalked it up to the pressures of his first semester. He still seemed eager to take me to the prom in May.
His phone call came three days before the dance. I already had my dress, of course, and my mom was sitting at her sewing machine, doing the final alterations, when I burst in with the news that I wouldn’t be going.
“Oh, of course, you have to go, sweetie,” Mom said. She blithely continued sewing as if her older daughter weren’t standing there behind her in tears. “All your friends will be there.”
“Mother,” I screamed. “You must be kidding.”
She turned around, nonplussed by the anger in my voice. “Did he say why?”
I deflated immediately, and slumped into the chair beside the sewing machine. “Something about it not being possible. I don’t know. By then, I was crying too hard.”
“Still, dear, I’m sure you can find a friend to go with.” Mom returned to the machine. “After all, it’s a memory that will stay with you for the rest of your life.”
She was certainly right about that. Particularly the memory of Andrea walking into the prom on Alan’s arm. And the memory of the look she gave me when she arrived, filled with malicious triumph.
It is the memory of that moment that floods my mind today, as I scan the morning’s mail. There are a few Christmas cards, which I find annoying since it’s only the tenth of December and I haven’t even bought mine yet. And there, stuck into the LL Bean catalog, is a postcard with a cheery little picture of balloons on the front. I turn it over, and find an invitation to my 25th high school reunion. It’s not until May, but the reunion committee gushingly reminds us to keep the date open. Her name is right there among the names on the committee – it’s Andrea Staunton now – and my invitation is personally inscribed. “Hope you can come, Deb. Andy.”
“Bitch.”
I toss it aside. The last thing I want is to show up at anything run by Andrea and her crowd.
Andrea and I were the closest of friends throughout most of middle school. By the beginning of ninth grade, though, she was quite the little hottie. There was one spot open on JV cheerleaders that year; we both tried out and Andy got the nod. It didn’t hurt that she had already started to wear bras. It didn’t hurt that I was in the midst of the growth spurt that would bring to five-foot-ten. Whatever, the reason, Andy quickly left me behind on a trail of unreturned phone calls and obvious snubs. My only satisfaction was the dance, and walking in with hunky Alan.
It was a short-lived triumph. Andy had a car, and I later learned that by Christmas of that year, she had already visited Alan half a dozen times. By that point, I had apparently become his “safety” date for the prom, and Andy made sure that she didn’t give me time to learn that until much too late.
For the next three weeks I occasionally run across the invitation when I’m cleaning up the counter. I can’t bring myself to throw it out; as bad as some of the memories are, I had some good friends in high school that I’d really like to catch up with. Daniel, the band geek, turned out to be a very sweet guy. Last I heard, he was running a large software company. This reunion was just the sort of thing that would draw him. And Cheryl Edwards would probably be there, too. Cheryl had been my best friend for the last year, and the fact that we had drifted apart was more my fault than hers.
And then Cheryl called, yesterday afternoon. She had come home to visit her parents for Christmas and saw the sign for my business on East Fourth Street. We spent an hour on the phone, crying and laughing, and by the time the call had ended, she had somehow managed to get me to agree to attend the stupid reunion.
Today, though, I find myself consumed with the thought that I will have to see Andy again. Like me, she never left good old Hopetown. In my case, it was returning in my late twenties to take care of my dying parents, and then never leaving. In her case, it came from marrying Alan just after her high school graduation, when she was four months pregnant. She had divorced him a few years after that, and then finally realized her dream in life by marrying a richer, much older guy.
Ten years ago, when I had just started my interior design business, I had gotten a call from his secretary, who set up an appointment for me without letting me know that her boss had married my dear “friend.” This woman, whom I eventually came to pity, showed me around the house and signed me up without my ever wising up. By the time Andy showed up, that same superior little smirk on her face, it was too late, according to my lawyer, to back out. Besides, I needed the money.
I have since become pretty damn successful, at least in business. My love life is an entirely different matter, a series of relationships that has left me, at the age of forty-two, despairing of ever finding one that would last. Part of it is psychological; the pool of available guys seems to shrink as a woman’s business grows. As for the rest, who knows? Maybe my height has something to do with it. Maybe I’m just a bitch.
One thing, however, I can fix. I might be dateless at the reunion, but I am going to shed these twenty or so extra pounds that I have added since high school. Or at least most of them. What my roommates used to enviously refer to as my “college endowment” is probably there to stay. If only I’d had them in high school, I think with a sigh.
I undertake the process of selecting a gym with the same methodical planning with which I run the business side of my company. I diligently search the internet and the phone book for all of the facilities within a 20-mile radius of my house, and visit each one in turn.
Actually selecting the gym is a different story. I pride myself on my ability to walk into a house, spend ten minutes talking to a client, and sense immediately what it needs. By then, I can already see the necessary furniture, the placement of colors and textures, and the completed product. I still go through the motions of conducting a detailed analysis of the space, mostly so that the client believes that they are getting their money’s worth, but eight times of out ten, my client ends up buying into the vision that I had that first day. And the other two times, my client is simply wrong.
I have already visited five establishments by the time I walk into the Toned Pony. It is in a seedy-looking strip mall in a part of town not yet visited by the God of Redevelopment. It is nowhere near as luxurious as the other five were; there is no carpeting in the foyer, no perky girl sitting behind a modern steel counter. Instead, there is a guy in his mid-twenties behind a wooden desk, a wet dream of a guy with curly brown hair and exquisitely sculpted arms jutting from his faded T-shirt. He looks up at me as I enter, and his steel blue eyes meet mine. I have found my gym.
“Hi,” he says, extending a hand. “I’m Ben Stone.”
“I know,” I say, giving his hand a firm grip.
He raises an eyebrow and I laugh.
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