The Mammoth Book of Threesomes and Moresomes (27 page)

His sexiness had something to do with that British accent, still apparent even after years of living in homogenized, sundrenched Hollywood. His voice had a way of reaching out and caressing you, stroking over your skin, teasing its way into your panties . . .

The blue eyes, craggy features, wicked grin, devil-may-care tousled brown hair that had graced a thousand posters didn’t hurt either.

Jaden was in rare form this week. Their trips to the Victorian spa always involved some new game, something nasty and creative that Jaden dreamed up. (Or sometimes that they all dreamed up together.)

After they’d gotten settled in yesterday, he announced that Darlene could have all the orgasms she wanted for the duration of their stay. He might manipulate them a little, hold them off to make them more intense, but otherwise it was no-holds barred.

The catch was, she could have them any possible way
except
with the benefit of something in her pussy. No cocks, no dildos, no internal vibrators. No fingers or fists either.

“It’ll be a fun experiment,” he’d said, his sensual mouth curving into a wicked smile. “Let’s see how many ways we can make you come without something inside you.”

Darlene’s cunt had promptly spasmed at the thought. Immediately she felt bereft, felt like she needed nothing more than something deep inside her, stretching her out, massaging her G-spot.

Of course, she’d promptly started getting wet, too. Most kinds of play talk got her wet and, right now, her excellent imagination was coming up with all sorts of ideas about how she could be brought to climax with tongues and fingers and vibrators, by nipple play and butt play.

She didn’t realize just how desperately she’d miss cock until she saw Sienna getting some earlier. Sienna, with her face and chest blushing the same colour as her strawberry-blonde hair as she came.

Yes, Jaden was in quite a mood this morning. After they’d had a little time to relax after breakfast, he went to work on the two of them.

First he’d had them remove each other’s plugs. Darlene had removed Sienna’s first, which she regretted soon after. She’d simply popped it out, whereas Sienna took her own sweet time, fucking Darlene’s ass with the plug before slowly removing it, bit by excruciatingly arousing bit.

Whistling cheerfully – one of his own hits, Darlene recognized – Jaden helped her into a soft leather dildo harness, complete with a bright purple dildo that had a strong upwards curve to it. The end of it in the harness had a vibrator that snuggled up against Darlene’s clit, which poked out between her shaved, glistening lips.

Oh, this could only be good, right?

He turned on the vibrator to its lowest setting, just enough to make her dance a tiny bit.

Around her waist he buckled a strap with cuffs on either sides for her wrists. He strapped an identical one around Sienna’s torso.

Hmm. Getting interesting.

The low hum added to the excitement from the butt-plug breakfast.

He had Sienna stand with her legs spread apart, instructing her to hold herself open. At his command, she dipped her fingers in then fed her glistening juices to Darlene.

Sienna tasted sweet, like thick sugar water. Darlene would have been happy to go down on her, both because she enjoyed it and because she usually got a nice reward for a job well done, but that wasn’t in Jaden’s current plans.

“Put the dildo into her,” he said to Darlene. “Slowly, now.”

Darlene bent her knees to bring the head of the dildo down to the right height, and nestled it between Sienna’s parted lips. Slowly she stood, pressing the fake cock up into Sienna’s cunt by measured degrees. Their difference in height meant that when she was standing straight again, the dildo would be comfortably up Sienna.

Her thighs trembled, but only a little. All those Pilates classes were paying off.

Sienna panted as the cock filled her. Darlene’s own pussy felt empty by comparison, reminding her that she wouldn’t be getting the same treatment. She tried to console herself with the fact that she had the vibrator on her end, but it was only a partial victory.

Jaden secured Darlene’s right hand into the cuff on Sienna’s waist, then Sienna’s left hand to the cuff attached to Darlene. It forced them to stand close together, forced the dildo deep into Sienna and the vibrating end harder against Darlene’s clit.

“Hold on to the bedpost,” he said.

So that’s why he’d left their other hands free.

Darlene looked at Sienna. They both wanted the same thing, and they’d been together long enough that they didn’t need words. By unspoken agreement, they both moved their hips. Even this close, they were able to part a little bit, pulling the dildo a short way out of Sienna, then shoving it back in as they bucked close again. It wasn’t nearly like the full range of fucking, but from the way Sienna’s nostrils flared, it was obviously good for her.

Jaden’s hands flew to each of their necks, his fingers weaving through the hair at their napes and tugging. They both froze, heads back to avoid the pain of having their hair pulled.

“I didn’t say you could move,” he said.

They waited, achingly aroused but unable to do anything about it, while he rooted around in their luggage.

Finally he found what he was looking for: a pair of nipple clamps and a chain that attached them together. Sienna had pierced nipples with rings, something Darlene had never been interested in doing. But her own nipples were very sensitive, and Jaden often used that to his advantage – like now.

He snapped the clamps on to Darlene’s nipples. She sucked in her breath at the fiery pain that slowly transmuted into a deep, aching throb. Then Jaden showed just how wickedly inspired he was today.

He threaded the chain through the hoops in Sienna’s breasts and connected the ends to the clips on Darlene. The short chain forced them to stand even closer together, pressing their breasts against each other, their hard nipples further aroused by the contact.

If they tried to pull away, their sensitive buds would be stretched and tugged.

A fresh wave of moisture and desire rippled through Darlene’s empty pussy.

Jaden made sure they were both comfortable (under the circumstances), then stepped back to admire his handiwork, caressing their asses, checking on the vibrator and bumping it up a notch.

And then he brought out a bright red leather slapper, the kind with holes in it for an added sting.

Darlene squealed under her breath, and Sienna moaned. Darlene loved getting spanked, but Sienna had something of a love-hate relationship with it. She enjoyed it, but tended to squirm all over the place to get away.

She wasn’t going to be able to do that now. Not unless they were both willing to put up with some serious sting in their breasts.

God, he was inventive!

“You can kiss each other if you want,” Jaden said. “In fact, I’d like that very much.”

It was as good as a command, and they both welcomed it. Darlene loved the way Sienna’s soft lips and small tongue teased and caressed her mouth.

He started on Darlene first, with warm-up blows that didn’t do much more than tingle. She knew that wouldn’t last for long. She was just starting to feel the heat when he switched to Sienna, spending a little more time on her to bring her up to the next level.

What Jaden loved most about that particular slapper was its colour. His goal, he always said, was to make their asses the same vivid hue of scarlet.

He generally achieved his goals.

Back to Darlene. Now her ass started to sting. There was no escaping the blows. He mostly concentrated on her butt, which meant many of the hits were right on top of each other, not giving her sensitive flesh time to recover from the last slap. She bit down on Sienna’s lip, keening lightly.

It hurt, but it was a good hurt, and by the time the sensations made their way from her brain and back down, they’d turned to pleasure. The bump of the vibrator against her swollen clit still wasn’t enough to bring her off though. Not yet, at least.

Darlene was mostly able to stay still, but the same wasn’t true of Sienna. She flinched with every blow when Jaden returned to her side, which tugged at the chains connecting their nipples, sending streaks of painful pleasure through Darlene.

It was all Darlene could do to keep hold of the bedpost. Her ass was on fire, her nipples were on fire, and the excruciatingly light buzzing between her thighs wasn’t enough to tip her over the edge. She could smell her own arousal, could smell Sienna’s, and it only made her hornier. She tried to distract herself by kissing Sienna, but then she thought about how good Sienna’s tongue was when it was between her legs, licking her.

Jaden tossed the slapper aside. He caressed both their butts with his large hands, and although his touch was barely more than a light brush, they both yelped.

He laughed at them. He disconnected the chain, although he left the clamps on Darlene, and unhooked their wrists from each other’s cuffs. Then he had Darlene pull the dildo out of Sienna. As it emerged with a squishy
pop
, Sienna whimpered.

At least she’d
had
something inside her. Darlene inwardly pouted.

Still, she had the vibrator on her side. Jaden positioned Sienna at the side of the bed, bending over, her crimson ass wiggling in the air. Jaden gave it a couple of slaps with his hand, causing her to cry out against the bedspread.

“You want me to fuck her?” Darlene asked.

Sienna mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “Yes, please.”

“But of course,” Jaden said. “Sienna, open wide.”

Sienna reached down and spread her shaved, glistening lips. Darlene set the tip of the dildo between them.

“Hold on,” Jaden said.

She stopped, and he reached between her legs to turn the vibrator on full force.

“Have fun, you two,” he said, amusement dancing in his voice. They both knew what he meant – it was their cue to come, and come again.

Darlene was so on edge that she knew it wouldn’t take long. It took only a few short moments before she felt the familiar surge rising inside her, focusing down and centring on her clit.

Closer . . . closer . . . oh God . . . there!

Her climax grabbed her like a vice, then shook her into a million pieces.

The orgasm made her pump her hips in a flurry of motion, which tipped Sienna over the edge as well. Their cries mingled as they shuddered through their releases.

When they’d recovered, Jaden unbuckled the harness from Darlene because her hands were still shaking too hard to manage the clasps. Sprawled on the bed, he had them lick and suck him, using their mouths and hands to bring him to his own completion.

They collapsed on the bed in a happy puppy pile. Darlene thought she might have even dozed off for a bit, before Jaden stirred again.

“How about a soak in the baths before lunch?” he asked cheerfully.

Flash Fire

K.D. Grace

“I just don’t see how I can fit it in,” Liz said as Ian led her into the gaping maw of the firehouse. She could just make out the shape of a lone truck in the darkness like the skeleton of some dinosaur at a museum.

“It’s for a good cause.”

For the past two years the firemen had put on an event for the Home Planet, an environmental organization educating people to do their part for the health of the planet. There had been a car wash, and a slave auction, but the pin-up calendar was the most ambitious and daring undertaking the firemen had come up with so far.

Ian ran one caressing hand along the flank of the huge truck and the other came to rest on Liz’s bum. Everyone at the firehouse knew Ian’s sometimes girlfriend, sometimes fuck buddy was a photographer. He pulled her close and gave her neck a nibble. “We want the best for this job.”

Of course, that was her. She’d already made up her mind she would volunteer herself. Still, she was mercenary enough to wait and see what Ian was willing to do to persuade her.

“You ’d be photographing barely clothed fireman. And I know you like a man who knows what to do with his hose.” He pinned her against the truck, lapping at her mouth and tongue until she no longer protested his efforts. “I’ll make it worth your while.” His right hand moved to cup her breast. Ian was a tit man, and Liz’s more-than-a-handful rack was well displayed and easily accessed in a strappy summer top.

“Besides,” he added, “You said it yourself, firemen make you horny.”

This fireman certainly made her horny, with his dark curls, brown sugar eyes that would melt steel, and an olive complexion that caressed a lean, hard body. He lowered his mouth to suckle at her breast through her thin vest until the fabric clung to her engorged nipple. Then he guided her hand to the front of his jeans, shifting his hips until she felt the familiar shape of his erection ready for action. Her cunt was suddenly wet, as she thought of him getting her off in the crowded tube last week. They were on it for the long haul, and packed in like sardines. He had a seam-busting erection and her pussy was thrumming. No one had noticed his hand under her skirt, or the way he rubbed himself against her . . .

“It would be good for all of us.” He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh.

“Stop it.” She pushed him away. “What if someone catches us?”

“So what if they do?” His voice sounded guttural in the cavernous space. “Besides, I know how much you always wanted a ride in the fire truck.” He reached a muscular arm up and opened the door. Before Liz could protest, he lifted her on to the seat and, in a movement befitting a magician, he slid her knickers off and let them drop to the floor board.

“What the hell are you—” Her protest died in her throat with a gasp as he pushed her skirt up and buried himself face deep in her pussy. Liz suddenly didn’t care where they were, or who might be watching, as long as his tongue and her clit were getting on so deliciously. She had lost her Manolos when he hoisted her into the truck, so she rested bare feet on his shoulders and arched her back until he could slide his hands under her to knead and stroke her bum. He manoeuvred until one thumb circled her arsehole, increasing in pressure as it homed in on the centre and began to push in and out gently, yet hard enough to make her rock back and forth against him, willing him to probe deeper, and when he obliged, she came, bucking and bouncing against the seat. His breath was hot against her inner lips as he nibbled and licked. He stopped his magical tongue dance long enough to pant. “I promise you, Lizzie, you’ll be well compensated for this little shoot. In fact, we thought we’d give you a bonus right up front.”