Sexier Side of the Hill (5 page)

“I love you, too,” he replied then screamed. His back curled away from me and his cock throbbed inside. All it took was a quick slide of my fingers to the meeting of our crotches and my orgasm was also released. I felt as if I squeezed the life from his cock as I came. I laughed as tears coated my cheeks.

“I thought—” I looked up into his eyes, and he shook his head.

“No, Michelle. We’ll look forward not back, okay?”

“Sure,” I replied then bit my lip. “But Darren, what about Simon and Paul?”

“The two blokes in here with you earlier?”

“Yeah.” I smiled. “Them.”

“As long as I can join in, I don’t see there being a problem. No secrets, Michelle, okay?”

“No secrets,” I replied and snuggled into his arm.

A timid knock on the door was followed by a loud whisper.

“Come in, Paul.” I laughed. Simon followed and immediately dithered.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You’re obviously…occupied. Erm—”

“Stop worrying.” I sat up. “It’s fine. Come and join us.”

He looked at Paul who shrugged and sat at the end of the bed.

I introduced the boys to Darren and they shook hands. I noticed both Paul and Simon eyeing up Darren’s cock, and my inner minx leapt forth.

“Do you want to try it?” Darren grinned at me then winked, letting me know he was okay with what I was doing.

“Try what?” Simon looked baffled but Paul had already stuck out his hand and stroked it down Darren’s thigh. Simon looked sheepish then licked his lips. “Oh. Yes, please.”

“Sit on the end of the bed, Darren,” I decreed and was impressed when all three men shuffled down, the clothed two sinking to their knees on the floor.

“Play nicely,” I laughed as they jostled for position. Paul won, and his hand snaked out to stroke along the semi-hard line of Darren’s cock.

“Beautiful,” Simon gasped. His fingers trailed slowly, seeming to wrinkle up the skin of Darren’s balls. Paul again took the lead, licking up the side of the fat, growing cock. I think Simon was content just to watch at first as Paul licked and kissed and thrilled my boyfriend.

I was amazed at how easy it was to think of him like that again as I watched his dick disappear down Paul’s throat.

“Do you want a try?” Darren spoke over Paul’s head as he pulled away from him. Paul pouted but Simon’s brown eyes lit up. He didn’t reply, just slipped his mouth over the shiny head and took as much cock in his mouth as he could.

“Strip,” I told Paul, who quickly threw off his clothes for the second time that night. I sat next to Darren who moaned joyfully at the mastery of Simon’s thick lips and talented mouth. I beckoned Paul forward and slipped his cock between my lips, relishing it as he tangled his fingers in my hair. I happily bobbed my head up and down his dick. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a change in positions next to me. Simon stood, trousers around his ankles, his cock pushed deep into Darren’s mouth.

I wanted to watch more closely but Paul was having none of it as I slowed down. He pulled on my hair and forced me harder down on his cock.

“Swap?” I heard him ask. I was then released, but only for moment, as Simon took his place in front of me. His taste was completely different, spicy and sweet. His juices weren’t as salty as Paul’s but had a bitter edge that reminded me of dry, red wine. He didn’t hold my hair so tightly but let me dictate the speed and ferocity of the blow job. I watched Darren from the corner of my eye. He sucked Paul’s cock and seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, his eyes glazed with lust.

Simon pumped hard in to my mouth then pulled back.

“I’m going to come,” he shouted, and as Paul’s head turned, I realised he’d announced it for his partner, not as a warning to me. Paul stopped and watched as cum spit from his lover’s cock and all over my face.

“Shit,” he exclaimed and pulled Darren away from his crotch and as Simon and I watched, he sprayed Darren’s face with hot, sticky juices.

A smile passed between Darren and me. Oh, how I’d missed this. How I’d missed these adventures with him. As we licked the cum from each other’s faces, Simon and Paul dressed and left. Darren and I were oblivious. Caught up in each other, we made love again, the slow, tender kind we’d been too eager for the first time.

Happy fortieth,
I thought to myself as I lay in his arms that night, and I wondered if in ten years time my fiftieth would be ten times as good. I laughed and rolled to face Darren, his body slack as he slept, and kissed his cheek.

“Ten times better than that?” I whispered and snuggled into him. “I’d die from the excitement.”

“But what a way to go,” he mumbled, kissing the top of my head as I drifted off to sleep. Dreams do come true, at any time and any age. I’m the proof of that.