Three Way, page 6
“Kiss me,” said Yvanna. “Let’s see if he’s pierced that tongue of yours yet.”
Meredith felt a shiver go through her at the use of that word “yet”—her tongue had not been pierced.
“Please, dear,” said Phillip from behind Meredith. “You’re giving away all my tricks.”
“It’s all right, darling,” said Yvanna. “I’ve got a few tricks of my own. Now kiss me, Meredith, the way a woman likes it.”
She felt her nervousness growing as she leaned her elbows on the back of the sofa; how did a woman like to be kissed? Meredith herself mostly liked to be held down, hair tangled in her Master’s fingers and her face and buttocks rosy and tingling from an hour or more of firm slaps, as her mouth was forced open and savaged by the fiercely-thrusting heat of her Master’s tongue. But she suspected that most women, perhaps Yvanna included, wanted a gentler, more tender kiss, and so that was what Meredith gave her, nervously and tentatively pecking her before pressing her mouth against the older woman’s hungrily. But when her tongue slid gently into Yvanna’s mouth she felt an unexpected rush of excitement that both confused and aroused her, sending an uncontrollable wave of hunger through her cunt.
It took her a moment of deep kissing to recognize what was having such an effect on her.
Yvanna’s mouth tasted like Phillip’s cock.
The taste was overwhelming, and unmistakable; Meredith had swallowed her Master’s organ enough times to know every nuance of that rich, musky taste. But not just his cock was there; Meredith could also taste, mingled with it, the taste of his come. Her Master had come in Yvanna’s mouth.
Meredith almost pulled back, even as arousal ferociously took her over. But by that time, Phillip had come behind her, and his fingers snaked into her hair, holding her in place as Meredith’s mouth was eagerly taken by Yvanna’s thrusting tongue. Phillip held her there as his hand traveled up her thighs; hungrily, without even knowing she was doing it, Meredith pushed herself onto his hand when he touched her cunt. Two fingers slid into her easily, and Meredith began to work her hips again, this time even more eagerly than before.
She was wet. Unaccountably wet. Juice dripped down onto her Master’s fingers and rivulets of it baptized her thighs. Meredith fucked herself desperately onto her Master’s hand, even as the hot flame of jealousy exploded in her. She sucked his cock, she thought as Yvanna kissed her. She sucked my lover’s cock.
But Meredith knew she had long since abandoned any claim she might have had on Phillip’s sexual pleasures. She had given him unquestioning obedience—and he had chosen to dally with this woman. Meredith, then, would dally with her too, as she was being ordered to do.
She would make love with Yvanna, with the woman who had just been taken by her Master. She would service the woman, for her Master’s pleasure.
“Mmmmm,” cooed Yvanna when Phillip let Meredith go. “She tastes almost as good as you do. And quite an eager little kisser. I wonder if she’ll like the taste of me on your cock as much as she likes the taste of you in my mouth.”
Again, Meredith’s stomach churned as jealousy flashed through her, but she let the fear and envy drain away as she felt Yvanna’s hands touching her breasts, pinching the hard nipples, and Phillip began to finger-fuck her. Meredith’s hips worked fervently, pushing her cunt onto first two, then three of her Master’s fingers as Yvanna pulled her upper body forward and began to suckle Meredith’s tiny tits.
“She’s got me wet as a schoolgirl,” gasped Yvanna. “Do something about that, will you, Phillip? You know what a girl likes. You’ve seen to it so many times yourself; I’m sure Meredith will get the hang of it quickly.”
Meredith’s head swam as Phillip gently eased her off the couch, pushing her head between his ex-wife’s thighs as Yvanna swept the insubstantial fabric of her dress out of the way. There, fully revealed, was a smooth-shaved and unpierced pussy, glistening with juice. Clearly, Yvanna still didn’t wear panties.
Phillip’s hand, firmly holding Meredith’s hair, pushed her face between the older woman’s thighs as Yvanna slid her ass forward to the edge of the white sofa. Before Meredith even had a chance to think about it, she was licking.
She almost expected the taste that greeted her—the taste of Phillip’s pleasure, the sticky aromatic juice that told Meredith her Master had not only made love with this woman, but had done it twice—at least—and had been brought to completion by the shaved pussy that Meredith was now expected to service. And yet, when she did feel the thick jizz leaking onto her tongue, she felt another surge of jealousy—but by then, her Master’s hand was so firmly in her hair that she could not have pulled back if she had wanted to.
And she didn’t want to. Blessed with the taste of her Master’s come, even leaking out of this hussy’s cunt, Meredith eagerly began to worship, suckling at Yvanna’s clit and licking down to her tight opening. Yvanna moaned softly; when it became quite clear that Meredith was going to not grudgingly, not just willingly but enthusiastically service the older woman, Phillip released his grip on Meredith’s hair and firmly grasped her thighs. Meredith moved to open her legs, obediently, as she had been taught to do whenever her Master touched her there. But before she could even do that, Phillip had forced them open and tugged the crotch of her thong well to the side.
The distant rattle of her Master’s belt buckle sent a sudden thrill through Meredith; it made her dizzy with excitement to know that even after pleasuring himself with this woman twice, he could still get it up for her. There was only an instant for her to think about that before the thick head of her Master’s cock violated her, big enough to stretch her open painfully in the first instant of penetration even after she had been opened up first by two of Yvanna’s slender fingers and then by three of Phillip’s thick ones. But the flood of juice that met the Master’s cock as he sank into her slicked the way so amply that by the time Meredith was thrusting herself violently onto Phillip’s cock, only cascading waves of pleasure were exploding through her near-naked body. She devoured Yvanna’s cunt with newfound fervor as the older woman moaned and cried out, seizing Meredith’s head with both hands to force the girl’s eagerly suckling mouth more firmly against her shaved cunt. The feel of that possessive gesture was what finally drove Meredith over the edge into an intense orgasm, and her tongue only worked faster as ecstasy flooded through her. Her hips, too, picked up force, pounding her cunt so hard onto Phillip’s cock that he grabbed her hips and forced her to hold still while he ravaged her—ten thrusts, twenty, thirty, while Meredith continued to come, soaring high on her orgasm even as her swift tongue brought Yvanna off—and then Phillip let himself go deep inside her, inundating Meredith’s cunt with the same blessed issue that had so flavored Yvanna’s.
Whimpering hungrily, Meredith continued to lick even as Yvanna reclined on the sofa, practically hanging off of it. The older woman thrashed back and forth, moaning loudly as Meredith serviced her too-sensitive pussy. Finally, Yvanna pushed Meredith off, and the young blonde looked up panting, her mouth and chin running with the thick juices of Yvanna’s cunt and the pungent savor of Phillip’s come.
“Not bad,” said Yvanna breathlessly. “She’s taken to it quickly. Phillip, I think she’ll learn to become quite a little cunt-licker before the wedding, don’t you?”
Behind Meredith, Phillip chuckled. He leaned over his slave, pressing her into the sofa as he kissed his ex-wife tenderly.
“She’d better,” said Phillip when his lips left Yvanna’s. “You remember which wife Yvanna is, don’t you, Meredith?”
Her face cradled in Yvanna’s lap, Meredith said softly:
“Yes, Sir. She’s your fourth wife.”
“I thought we’d work backward,” said Phillip cheerfully. “Antonia’s flying in next week.”
“Mmmm,” cooed Yvanna. “She’s the one with those fantastic tits, isn’t she?”
“That’s right,” said Phillip.
Yvanna laughed lightly. “I don’t have to be back in Paris until the fifteenth. I think I’ll stay for that. Unless it’s an imposition, Phillip?”
“Not at all, my dear,” said Phillip. “Meredith, you’ll be happy to keep our guest entertained while she’s here, won’t you?”
Meredith affectionately kissed Yvanna’s ivory thigh, her blood quickening at the scent of her Master’s pleasure still wafting from deep inside.
“Yes, Sir,” she said breathlessly.
Yvanna caressed Meredith’s face and stroked her hair with her long, thin fingers.
“It’s so sweet of you to let me try out your fiancée, darling,” said Yvanna to Phillip. “She definitely passes the test.”
Nine Ball, Corner Pocket
MICHELLE HOUSTON
Jesse leaned against the wall, his legs crossed at the ankle. A cue stood to attention in front of his groin, gripped between strong, folded arms. Across the pool table, Rhiannon leaned down and lined up her shot. The tip of her tongue licked between her lips as she concentrated.
“Two ball to the nine, corner pocket,” she said.
Jesse shot a quick glance at the table before giving a soft, derisive snort.
Glaring, Rhiannon’s gaze lifted to his. “Don’t think I can make it?”
“Not a chance, honey,” was his self-satisfied response.
“Oh really?” She pulled away from the table, striking her “I can’t believe you’re doubting me” stance.
Jesse snorted again. He was accustomed to her moods and poses. When it came to pool, he was also familiar with her abilities, or rather, lack of them. After all, they’d played many similar games here at his home, on the same table. They’d also played a different kind of sport, fucking each other senseless on its emerald-green velvet. He could almost hear the tiny whimpers in her throat as she climaxed, her sweet juices running down her legs as he pounded into her from behind.
“Care to make a wager on that?” she snapped, interrupting his sordid thoughts.
Jesse started, realizing he hadn’t heard what she’d said. He asked her to repeat herself. When she did, he grinned. “Rhiannon, I’m not going to take your money.”
“I wasn’t talking about money, darlin’. I meant something more wicked.” As she spoke, her eyes danced with mischief.
Intrigued, he pushed off from the wall and stepped toward the pool table. Leaning on the rail, he asked, “How wicked?”
“Mmmm,” she purred, licking her lips. “How about, if I miss this shot, you get to fuck my tight little ass?”
Straining to think straight at her announcement, Jesse wondered what the catch was. “And if you make the shot?” came his faintly suspicious reply.
Quick as a whip, she retorted, “I get to watch you get your tight little ass fucked.” Her voice was full of amusement.
Bingo, there was the catch, although somehow, it didn’t seem like such a bad trade. Rhiannon had been hinting about wanting to watch him and another man for a while, ever since he’d confessed his interest in gay porn. Her idea contained a certain dark appeal.
Before he lost his nerve, he agreed to her sinful dare. “You’re on babe, but on one condition: if you win I still get to fuck your tight little ass. Just the way you’ve always wanted. You can’t fool me, I know you’re dying for it.”
He was tempted to startle her with a sudden noise, but the glare Rhiannon shot his way stopped him. Sometimes it sucked to be with someone so long that they knew you well enough to predict your next move. But on reflection, given the killer blow job Rhiannon had given him the night before, it was a welcome trade-off with also having that person know your personal hot spots.
The tip of her tongue was back between her lips again, causing him to squirm as it drew his attention there. The way she was stroking the pool stick wasn’t helping his peace of mind either.
Drawing the cue back, she slid it slowly forward again, almost tapping the cue ball. Jesse’s attention was further divided as she widened her stance, took a deep breath, and slowly swung her arm back.
As the cue slid forward between her fingers, Jesse held his breath. Regardless of the outcome, they both knew Rhiannon’s ass would no longer be virgin territory, but he wasn’t so certain about his. As much as he worried, he found himself hoping she made the shot.
The two ball gently tapped the nine and for a moment, it hugged the rim, before falling into the pocket. In that moment, Jesse knew Rhiannon had triumphed. He only hoped that in the end, he’d win as well. After her victory, Rhiannon planted a quick kiss on Jesse’s lips and then headed home for the night, leaving him to dwell on what was to come.
Jesse brooded over his position for the next several days, sitting in front of the TV, intently watching several rented videos showing gay men in various erotic situations. Each afternoon he rushed home from work, first checking his answering machine, before playing a video and lubricating his hands.
He masturbated to scenes of construction workers, college roommates, and military men, but his favorite movie featured two men in a pool hall. He stroked his cock raw as he repeatedly watched one man bugger the other with the butt end of a pool cue, before the cue wielder fucked his willing victim.
It gave Jesse an added thrill when he pressed a finger inside his ass, wriggling it as he jerked himself off. He’d even been tempted to try something a bit firmer and bigger, like the mini-vibrator Rhiannon kept in the nightstand, but he hadn’t been able to work up the nerve.
As evening fell on the third day, Jesse heard his cell phone ring and he glanced at the display. Rhiannon had finally decided to call. As he answered, loud techno-music assaulted his ears. He could barely hear Rhiannon’s shouts, but eventually he made out what she was saying.
“I’ll be at your place in about an hour. Wear those jeans of yours I like and nothing else, and darlin’—make sure you have the lube and a few condoms handy—I’m bringing a friend.”
A click sounded in his ear as the loud music and Rhiannon’s voice were replaced by a dial tone. His hand suddenly shaking, Jesse hung up the phone and then rushed to pick up the clutter in his apartment before company arrived.
An hour later, he’d just finished clearing the mess when the doorbell rang.
Closing the dishwasher and flicking the switch, he surveyed the apartment as he headed to the front door. The rented videos were hidden, the couch cushions were flipped over and he’d moved the lube into the bedroom. The tube now sat on the dresser, next to a full box of condoms. Everything looked normal, except he was wearing jeans that were slightly baggy over his hips, no boxers, no shirt—and he was about to have sex with a man he’d never met.
Forcing a smile to his lips, he concentrated on steadying his hand; first one deep breath, then another. Closing his eyes, he pictured Rhiannon leaning over the pool table, her legs spread and her asshole lubed and ready. Glancing at his hand again, he noticed it was steady, but he also caught sight of the increasing bulge in his jeans. With a nervous flourish, Jesse opened the door to the wonders that were to come.
Jesse’s eyes trailed over Rhiannon’s “friend” as he pondered why he looked so familiar. It only took a moment for him to realize he knew Neil, though normally Rhiannon’s editor was dressed in a nice suit and sported slicked-back hair. He oozed heterosexual vibes and turned many a feminine head.
Yet now, the man standing in front of him was rugged, dressed in tight jeans and a white T-shirt. His tattoos were clearly visible and a very noticeable hard-on strained against the seam of his jeans.
“Jesse, I hear I get to pop your cherry,” Neil taunted. He placed a hand against Jesse’s chest and gently pushed him back into the apartment. Slowly sliding his hand down his willing victim’s torso to the waist of his jeans, he hooked his finger in a belt loop and pulled the unresisting man towards him.
Rhiannon closed the door behind them.
“Between you and me, I think I’m going to love every minute of it. I have a feeling you will as well.” Neil’s words contained an almost addictive seductiveness.
Jesse gulped silently and opened his mouth to respond, but he never got a chance. Neil leaned forward and pressed his lips to his, sparking sudden feral desire. Almost instantly, Jesse felt his cock stiffen further. Unfulfilled fantasies roared through his mind. The texture of those male lips was similar to Rhiannon’s, but different somehow. They were firmer and more impatient.
Neil took possession of Jesse’s mouth, thrusting his tongue past parted lips. The insistent organ searched out its wet and warm opposite number. Neil’s hands slid around Jesse’s hips, pulling the shell-shocked man against him.
Jesse admired this display of dominance, even as he submitted. Groin to groin with the other man now, Jesse ground his hips slowly, igniting a trail of need in them both.
It turned him on all the more knowing that Rhiannon watched him and her best friend duel for control.
Jesse saw Neil pull back to look at him, and he knew what Neil would see because Rhiannon had told him often enough. Neil would notice the way his hair spiked slightly; he’d notice a crescent of thick lashes lying against dark cheeks. Jesse understood his own qualities, the perfect working-class construction worker, toned, tanned, and sexy as hell. Judging by the equally intoxicating looks of his partner, it was, he guessed, going to be a wild ride for them all.
As Jesse’s eyes locked on Neil’s, his seducer leaned down and kissed him again. At that moment, Jesse noticed the light floral scent of Rhiannon’s perfume. She’d moved to stand beside him. He felt her carefully grasp his hand.
Half-directing, half-pulling, Rhiannon led the two men to the bedroom. Jesse allowed himself to be guided backward, to let Rhiannon and Neil set the pace. It was kind of nice to have the decision and details taken out of his hands.
As the door closed with a soft click, Jesse pulled away from Neil. For a second, the sensual haze cleared from his mind and the true reality of his situation dawned. Panic began to creep in.
