Three Way, page 7
“I can’t do this,” he whispered, his eyes darting to Rhiannon in a mute plea.
“Shhh baby,” she whispered, stepping between the two men. Raising her hands to Jesse’s chest, she also nodded slightly toward Neil, before turning back to reassure her boyfriend, “Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want.”
Slowly twining her fingers in the soft golden curls covering her lover’s chest, she coaxed his lips down to hers. They kissed passionately, as her hands roamed over his ribs, down to the well-worn fly of his Levis. Undoing the buttons, she slipped his jeans over his ass and gravity took its effect.
Jesse watched as she kneeled down in front of him and lifted his feet, one after the other, until he’d stepped out of the worn, blue garment. “Just relax, baby, and let me take care of you,” she said as she straightened up a little and met his gaze.
With a quick flick of her tongue to dampen her lips, she leaned forward slightly and kissed the head of his cock. A small drop of precum oozed from the tip and she teased him, swirling her tongue over the glistening drop, before sucking his length into her mouth. She tasted an inch, then pulled back, each delay driving him wild. Another inch, then again she backed off.
Slowly, sensually, she aroused him to a fever pitch. His hands twisted in her perfectly done hair, pulling the pins free and leaving her long tresses dangling down her back. Soon, he forgot all about the other man in the room, watching his beautiful siren have her way with his willing flesh.
Her hands tenderly cupped his ballsack, playing gently with the sensitive skin. Moaning softly, he arched into her mouth, thrusting his cock in a steady rhythm. Muted sucking sounds filled the room, his groans a low accompaniment.
As Rhiannon pulled back, he could hear the sound of her mouth on his flesh and his eyes flickered open. He saw Neil standing to his left, naked. A number of tattoos covered his tanned flesh. Then Neil’s ink-black eyes met his and Jesse couldn’t look away, even when Rhiannon’s satiny mouth returned to his straining erection.
He watched, fascinated, as Neil cupped his own cock and gently stroked himself. Jesse desperately wanted to feel it pound into and stretch him to his limits. Then Rhiannon’s mouth drove him back to the brink, before she suddenly pulled away again.
Now, he watched as her lovely lips closed around Neil’s cock, sucking it deep within her warm, velvety mouth. Jealousy pulsed inside him as he gazed, but not of the sort he’d expected. He wanted to taste Neil’s flesh as well.
Dropping to his knees, he gently pushed Rhiannon away and moved to take her place. Hesitantly, he kissed Neil’s stiffness, tasting the salty essence leaking from the bulging tip. Taking a deep breath, he opened his lips and sucked the inviting phallus deep into his mouth. He gagged, then backed off for a moment, remembering past girlfriends and their tentative attempts. Trying again, he took Neil’s erection more deeply into his mouth.
Softly, Neil’s hands came to rest on Jesse’s head, guiding him without pressure until he found a comfortable rhythm.
Jesse’s eyes now focused completely on Neil, watching for subtle clues. He wasn’t sure what to do next. When Neil’s lids fluttered closed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed, Jesse knew he was doing okay. Filled with confidence, he sucked harder, stroking his hands up and down Neil’s thighs, enjoying the feel of the wiry hair beneath his palms.
Jesse knew Neil was close to orgasm when he felt his hands tighten in his hair. He knew because when Rhiannon went down on him, he reacted the same way, holding her face still as he fucked her throat.
Jesse watched as Neil’s eyes opened suddenly and his nostrils flared a little. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw what had drawn Neil’s attention away. Rhiannon was slowly undressing, her hands running over her stomach and thighs, caressing her smooth skin. For a moment, his hands itched to return to his sweet love’s softness, but as drops of precum leaked from Neil’s slit, he returned his attention to his male paramour.
Only her heels, hose, and garter remained as Rhiannon knelt next to Jesse. Carefully lying on her stomach, she shifted as close to him as possible and then softly parted his ass cheeks, sliding her tongue along the cleft. Jesse trembled as she rimmed him, her tongue slipping past his ass-ring. Many times before he had tasted her forbidden crevice, sampling the tangy, sweaty flesh, imagining it being done to him, but he had never been able to ask for it.
Jesse could feel Neil’s gaze on him as he experienced this delight for the first time.
Jesse felt Rhiannon pull her tongue from his ass, giving the crevice one last deep lick before moving away. Sucking Neil’s cock deep, he focused his attention solely on the taste and sensation of the velvety flesh in his mouth. A whisper of sound behind him barely gave him warning before Rhiannon pressed a finger against his sphincter and pushed.
He jerked in response. Instantly, Neil was soothing him—tenderly brushing his hands over his face and shoulders. He quickly guided Jesse back into a steady rhythm, as Rhiannon’s finger slipped deeper, and was joined by another, provoking a curious tingling.
Minutes passed as the three reveled in their exploration. Then Rhiannon pulled away from Jesse and stood. Stepping between the two men, she moved toward the bedside table and grabbed the tube of lubricant, squeezing some into her palm.
She rubbed her hands together before carefully spreading it between her buttocks. She forced a finger inside her anus and wiggled her hand. Jesse swallowed as his eyes almost crossed. He swallowed a hint of panic, watching Neil move to stand behind her.
She slipped her finger free and held her ass cheeks apart as Neil thrust his lube-coated digits deep into her ass. With his other hand, he guided her onto her belly across the bed, her feet planted firmly on the floor.
Jesse watched as Neil forced his fingers in and out of her butt, gently twisting them as he did. He was intrigued by the look on his lover’s face, as her ass fought a bit against the invasion. Small streams of fire flooded his body, his cock hard and throbbing as he imagined his own fingers up Rhiannon’s ass, while Neil manipulated his virgin sphincter.
“Spread your legs further,” Neil demanded, as he settled his body between her silky thighs. His palm firmly planted against her back, he pinned her legs against the bed with his, and continued to fuck her with his fingers. The fire that raced through Jesse soon turned into an inferno, as Rhiannon responded to the sensual invasion, arching her hips, guiding Neil deeper.
She lifted her body from the bed, and moved her hand down to her clit. Jesse moved closer, his emotions whirling as his hands stroked his cock of their own volition.
Fisting his cock, Jesse watched as Rhiannon bucked against Neil, timing her finger thrusts to his until, together, they fucked her into a quivering orgasm.
It was a breathtaking sight. In that moment, seeing the satisfied look on his girlfriend’s face, he knew he was making the right choice. Neil was patient, tender, and obviously skilled.
In a moment of brazenness, Jesse knelt on the bed next to Rhiannon, reached back, and parted his own asscheeks. His gaze locked on Rhiannon’s and, nervous as hell, he attempted a smile. He wasn’t certain how successful he was.
Jesse couldn’t quite believe he’d parted his own ass cheeks, but as Neil moved behind him and slid the tip of the lubricant tube into his ass, he no longer cared. His body demanded satisfaction, even as his mind rebelled. He knew there would be discomfort and maybe even pain.
Watching Rhiannon’s face had underlined that fact. He knew her well enough to know she’d tried to hide it. He also knew he had nerves in that sensitive area that a woman didn’t. If Rhiannon had adjusted, and even enjoyed it, he could only imagine what he would feel.
And he was tired of waiting, wondering what it would be like. Living with the constant craving.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to prepare for the sensation of a handful of cool gel around his ass. When he experienced it, he trembled as he anticipated what was to follow.
He sensed Neil shift away, and he turned his head when he heard foil rustling. He saw Neil standing next to Rhiannon; she was sliding a condom over his weeping cock. Other than the sweet spread of Rhiannon’s pussy lips, he wondered if he’d ever seen a more erotic sight. Her dainty hands slid over the latex-coated flesh, spreading a layer of lube over Neil’s eager erection. Her eyes met Jesse’s, and she smiled her gentle siren’s smile.
Unable to stand the suspense, he closed his eyes and clenched the sheets. The feel of gentle hands on his ass made him tremble. Neil moved to stand against him, reminiscent of the way he’d pinned Rhiannon down. A palm pressed against his back and Jesse took a deep breath.
“Relax.” Neil’s cultured tones contrasted sharply with the motifs that decorated his body. For a moment, Jesse wondered what had motivated Neil. He’d been tattooed at least six different times.
Relaxing, as a fingernail tapped against his anus, Jesse took a deep breath. Then, a long finger slipped past his ring. Soon, it was joined by a second. Slowly, they worked in and out of his ass, pushing against the ring of nerves. Twitching slightly, Jesse arched back into the touch.
It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He had always been tempted to include ass play in his sex life, but before Rhiannon, no other woman had been interested. Rhiannon was willing to fuck his ass with a strap-on, but first, she wanted him to be fully breached by a man. With that lucky pool shot, she’d made her requirement a reality, and fulfilled a fantasy for them both.
Lost in the sensations, with sparks of pleasure racing throughout his body, he didn’t at first notice the pressure had eased. The first touch of Neil’s cock against his ass-ring quickly brought his attention back to the present. Trying to relax was hard.
“Wait a moment, Neil.” Rhiannon’s soft voice stilled the pressure against Jesse’s ass. Opening his eyes, Jesse watched Rhiannon settle in front of him. She knelt, with her legs parted. Reaching down, she separated her slick pussy lips.
Dipping her fingers deeply, she coated them in her juices and spread the smooth essence of her arousal on Jesse’s lips. Licking the sweetness, he closed his eyes and savored the moment.
Distracted, he didn’t notice Neil pressing against his ring again until Neil’s glans had slipped inside him. A moment passed, and he felt a curious stretching sensation as Neil’s cock completely penetrated his ass. Gritting his teeth, he waited for the pain, but there wasn’t much. As Neil moved within him, Jesse’s fists gripped the sheets and he followed his lover’s rhythm. Within moments, they were working together in a steady thrust, then withdrawal.
His ass full of cock for the first time, Jesse watched as Rhiannon thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, her other hand playing with her clit. Both hands soon grew wet with her juices, as she fucked herself into another orgasm. The scent of her arousal flooded his senses.
Clenching at each of Neil’s thrusts, Jesse ground his hips against the bed. His cock steadily leaked precum and his balls tightened. Jesse knew it was all about to end. He was about to orgasm with a man’s cock sawing in and out of his ass. With each thrust, his erection rubbed against the soft sheets. With each withdrawal, his ass ached for more.
Thrust and withdraw; grind and clench. Over and over, the two lovers worked against, then with each other, drawing both of them closer to the inevitable.
Animalistic grunts echoed off the walls, but Jesse was too far gone to notice the sounds were coming from his own mouth.
His ass begged for each hard thrust and his cock pulsed with need. Balls tight, he ground his hips as Neil pushed deep inside him. Clenching his lover tightly, he locked his legs and jerked spasmodically. Weird sensations wracked his body as he climaxed. Hot, sticky squirts shot from his throbbing flesh, creating a warm, tacky pool on the bed. Convulsing with each spurt of his orgasm, he clenched tighter, pulling Neil into the vortex.
Closing his eyes, Jesse arched against Neil as his new lover pounded into him. Within moments, Neil’s slight weight collapsed onto Jesse’s back. Vaguely, Jesse heard Rhiannon gasp as she climaxed a third time, but he was too lost in new sensations to care. All that mattered was the steadily softening cock in his ass, the weight of a man lying on him, and the come leaking from his own cock.
With a soft sigh he shifted, forcing Neil to roll off. With sleepy eyes, he watched as Neil pulled the latex from his cock, and tossed it in the trash. Jesse slid toward Rhiannon, making room for Neil on the bed. Pressing his face against Rhiannon’s moist flesh, Jesse took a deep breath, as he struggled to bring sanity to a world made up entirely of tingling nerves.
“Mmmmm,” he managed, as Rhiannon nuzzled her pussy against his lips.
Tentatively, he stuck his tongue out and wiggled it, as she ground against him. Her fingers occasionally brushed against his forehead. As he gradually collected his thoughts, his limbs still deliciously lethargic, Jesse rolled over just enough for Rhiannon to mount his face and grind herself to another screaming orgasm.
The bed dipped as Neil settled beside him, and Jesse shifted in response, spooning with his new lover. Within moments, Rhiannon had joined them, snuggling her back against Jesse’s chest.
Lying there, the three held each other as they adjusted to the changes one night had caused. Jesse wasn’t certain how Neil was going to fit into their relationship, but the fact Rhiannon had chosen him, instead of any number of bi and gay men she knew, spoke volumes. He knew Rhiannon had been attracted to her editor since day one, and that despite their attraction, they had become good friends.
Jesse felt Neil press a soft kiss against his neck, warm breath tickling his sweaty skin.
“You know she set you up, right?”
Neil’s voice startled Jesse for a moment as he floated in a haze of contentment. Shifting himself and Rhiannon so that he could see both their faces, Jesse asked, “What do you mean?”
“I’ve been working with her for the last six weeks, teaching her to play pool. She used to suck, but lately, she’s gotten rather good.”
Jesse met Rhiannon’s troubled gaze. He wanted to be upset that she had manipulated things, but he knew that would be unfair. She had given him something that they both wanted, but he hadn’t been able to ask for. With that winning shot, she had freed him to fully enjoy his sexuality.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers, hoping she could tell all the things he wanted to say, but couldn’t.
Behind him, Neil shifted until his lips touched the lobe of Jesse’s left ear. “And over the last six weeks, we’ve made a lot of plans for both of your tight asses. Tomorrow, all three of us are going to play nine ball, and winner fucks both losers.”
Two Guys and a Girl
THOMAS S. ROCHE
The lobby didn’t smell half as bad as Naomi expected. In fact, it smelled better than the alley it was located on, and in comparison it seemed almost clean. She had never been inside a porn theater, but she’d heard all the stories—feet sticking to the floor, rats the size of cats, that sort of thing. This wasn’t any worse than a really bad locker room—which is not to say it smelled good, but it could conceivably be tolerable.
She took a deep breath to make sure the faint smell of bleach, come, and sweat wouldn’t set off her allergies, and instead of sneezing she felt a vague surge in her pussy, repulsion mixed with attraction, fascination for all that male sweat and semen—as if it spelled a chemical formula—working its exotic magic on her curiosity. She looked up at the smudged glass box with a chaser light running sprints around the movie poster for Two Guys and a Girl, one of those porn-movie takeoffs on a Hollywood gig, some chick who looked very vaguely like Heather Graham between a dark-haired guy and a blond-haired guy, looking sleazy in pink spandex and go-go boots, the three of them obviously about to get it on. Naomi decided she’d stay.
The ticket counter was just inside the door. The guy took Naomi’s money and she caught him doing a double take. She stared him down and he stared back, then smiled faintly before looking down. Naomi couldn’t tell if he’d made her, seen beyond the hooded sweatshirt, slim build and faked gruff voice, or if he was just a guy cruising another guy. He was an older black man, good-looking and built. She smiled back at him, wondering if her smile looked enough like a guy’s.
She took the ticket and sauntered slowly past the display case of off-pink dildos, ball gags, and penis pumps, noting that a thin layer of dust covered them.
Inside the theater was where the smell hit her, stronger than the lobby, intense. She had fantasized about that smell ever since the first time she’d heard somebody complain about it. She wasn’t entirely sure what the fascination was, but it had nagged at her for what seemed like forever. She savored it, grossed out and turned-on at the same time.
There were only two guys, both of them down toward the front. Two guys and a girl, Naomi thought. If they only knew. Neither guy turned around as she entered. Naomi took a seat in the third row from the back and watched the credits roll, suppressing a need to laugh at the stupid performer names. Then the action started, a badly lit scene of a garishly made-up blonde woman giving head to a Latino guy with an enormous cock. Naomi felt a pulse between her legs and all of a sudden she really, really wanted to masturbate. She fought the urge for about two minutes while the blow job continued, but when the Latino guy started holding the blonde’s head she gave up. She cocked her body to one side and slipped her hand down her sweat pants.
She had no idea she would come that fast. She never had before, not like that, not explosively, eyes wide, staring, trying to suppress the yelp that wanted to explode from her lips. She came for a long time, one of those orgasms that surges through you to the point where about ten percent of you is waiting to see when it stops and the rest of you is begging for it to go on forever. She was right in the middle of that when two more guys walked in. They sat down right behind her. She didn’t dare turn around. But she realized almost immediately that she could smell them, their musky bodies mixed with the harsh scent of the theater.
She couldn’t take her hand out of her pants; that would be way too obvious. The telltale motion of her arm would no doubt give her away. The best she could do was curl up a little and pull the bottom of her sweatshirt over her arm, and pray they didn’t notice that her hand was jammed down her pants. The aftereffects of her orgasm were still pulsing through her. She felt her muscles contracting deep inside, felt her fingers still jammed against her clit. She was so distracted by her own pleasure and the fear that she would be discovered that it took her a long minute to recognize the sound behind her.
