The Mammoth Book of Threesomes and Moresomes (46 page)

I shifted down to lick their balls, something I used to find odd but have grown to love, those tender sacs the opposite of the hard poles I held in my hands. Knowing I could get two men off made me feel invincible, like I could handle – and enjoy – an army of men. When I said to Rick, “I want to swallow your cock,” he groaned and guided my lips to his dick.

Sean stroked my hair, encouraging me, and when I looked up at him, he said, “I’m next.” satisfied, I started in on the best part of a blow job: deep-throating. It’s not for everyone, but to me, it’s the greatest test of my sexual skills, and the surest way to make my pussy ache. Often, it gets me in trouble, because I suck a guy off so well he’s spent for a while, leaving me wanting. But I had a plan: I’d suck Rick, then Sean, to climax, then take a ride on each of them.

I concentrated fully on Rick’s huge dick, which stretched my mouth and meant I had to fully focus on what I was doing. But even with such steady focus, I could feel Rick breathing, stroking, observing. It made me all the more excited, like this was meant to be. If Hunter hadn’t pushed me aside, maybe I wouldn’t be getting this luscious opportunity. I sucked in as much air through my nose as I could while letting Rick invade my mouth. There was a point at which I surrendered some of my power, let it melt on my tongue until Rick was fucking me, fucking my mouth as surely as he’d later fuck my pussy. “That’s it,” he said, and our eyes locked as I rose up and down under his guidance. With one hand wrapped around his shaft, I reached for Sean’s leg, needing to hold him too as Rick started to thrust harder into me, until all of a sudden, he was coming. He announced it with a yell, and soon his semen was flooding my mouth. I eased up enough so I could swallow as best I could, though some of it dribbled out.

I panted, my eyes glazed, as I finally slid off him. He thanked me by roughly pinching my nipples, making me pant and then bite my lip. And he didn’t stop. No, Rick kept right on toying with my nipples as I shifted my attention on to Sean. At first, I thought this wasn’t really fair. How could I be expected to give another sensational blow job when my body was being distracted, tormented and teased? Well, somehow I did, and I think what I lacked in finesse I made up for with the sloppy fervour with which I swallowed Sean’s cock. He could see that Rick was fingering my pussy, then hear him smacking my ass, then sense that he’d put his head between my legs. I didn’t talk dirty to Sean, didn’t tell him how delicious his cock was, how even though it wasn’t as fat as Rick’s, it was long and hit that spot at the back of my throat that makes me cream.

He stopped me before he could shoot down my throat. “No?” I asked, disappointed.

“I want to come on your face,” he said, his voice husky and serious.

“Oh my God,” was all I could say as I shut my eyes. He slapped his dick against my cheek, as I once again submitted, this time to two men at once. I could tell Rick was hard again and he teased me by slapping his dick against my ass as Sean rained come down on my face, then slid down so he could kiss me.

I was ready for anything by that point, as long as it involved me getting fucked. Rick handed me a condom and with trembling fingers I unrolled it on to his dick, which seemed even bigger than it had earlier. Instead of having me face him, though, he lay down and positioned me astride him, facing away – reverse cowgirl. This gave Sean the chance to play with my tits, to suck on my clit, to look at every inch of me, and he took all those chances and more. The two fucked me in tandem just as well as if they’d been doing double penetration. As the sensations swept over me, I grabbed Sean’s hand and stuffed four fingers in my mouth, that needy orifice begging for more. His stray hand roamed his friend’s body, adding to the erotic current between us. I may have bitten his fingers as I came, I don’t really know. I lost it there at the end, shaking and trembling, overwhelmed by Rick’s giant cock, his hands slamming my hips up and down, Sean’s hot tongue flaming against me. All I know is that I came and saw lights in front of my eyes, then leaned back so I was resting against Rick’s chest as he pumped me up and down before coming again.

It’s hard for me to believe sometimes that I’m an expert in time management, when sex – good sex, that is – is enough to make me forget that time even exists. I spent every free minute of the rest of the cruise with the two men, and though we exchanged numbers and email addresses, I knew we weren’t going to try to take this off the boat.

Oh, and when I got home, I split up with Hunter, making a clean break. No more sex, and the great irony was that as I was leaving, he begged me for one final blow job. “Find another girl. I’m busy,” I said . . . and, for the rest of the night, I was. It’s not too difficult to find a man who likes his dick sucked if you’re a girl like me, but I’d forgotten that for a while. I’m grateful to Sean and Rick for reminding me.

Gift Exchange

Sommer Marsden

Evan brought it up as we were decorating the tree. I think he truly believed that, if he caught me off guard, I would agree without hesitation.

“You know what would make a great Christmas gift?”

I fully intended to say, “No,” but had to appreciate his creativity. “Dare I ask?” I laughed, hanging a tiny carved stone angel on the tree.

“My fantasy. You could make my fantasy come true for Christmas. Number five is a year to celebrate, don’t you think? ”

“So, since this is our fifth Christmas together, you’d like me to give you the gift of infidelity?” I took a delicate glass shamrock from the box of ornaments.

“It’s not infidelity if I ask for it,” he said, smiling. He looked a little crestfallen, though. Perhaps he had fully convinced himself his scheme would work. “It’s only cheating if you do it behind my back. I want you to do it in front of me.”

I stared at his face, set in stubbornness and hope. “Fine. I’ll do it. But you have to play, too. Not just with me. With him.” I only realized my words once they were out and a line of anxiety snaked through my belly. Where the fuck had that come from?

Evan’s look of hope turned quickly to shock. “What?”

I threw my shoulders back and swallowed hard. Apparently, I had a few kinks of my own. No backing down now. “You heard me. Here’s the deal – I’ll do it. You start him off. Prime the pump, so to speak.” I couldn’t resist the evil smile that stretched across my face. No way would he go for this. “And I’ll take him home. Right there in front of you. Whatever you want.”

Evan let the string of lights fall to the floor and sat heavily on the misplaced sofa. We’d had to slide it to the middle of the room to make way for the tree. Lucky for him. I think he might have just hit the floor had the sofa not been there.

“Allyson, I’m not gay.”

“I never said you were.” I calmly selected another bauble and placed it on the tree. That was that. I was off the hook.

“But wouldn’t that mean I was?” His face had gone a floury white with the exception of his cheeks. A red flush flamed across his cheeks like a brand.

“No. Don’t be ridiculous. It’s the means to an end. That would turn me on and allow you to get what you want. You’d get your fantasy and provide me with mine.”

I was very proud of myself. I had not only discovered one of my secret desires, one I had no intention of acting out, I had also found a way to put Evan’s fantasy to rest. I smiled to myself, feeling quite smug, as I started to hang the glass pickle from Germany near the highest bow.

“OK, I’ll do it.”

The pickle shattered at my feet.
Damn
.

“What?” I turned around to find him smiling at me. My stomach did a flip that reminded me of being on the roller coaster as a kid. Sick and excited at the same time.

“It’s only fair. You’re absolutely right. Fair is fair. We both win. I can do that for you. I would do that for you.”

I let the conversation go until dinner. Even as I cooked, a swirling of excitement and dread rolled through my body. The dread was from being caught in my own trap. The excitement was over the prospect of actually doing this with Evan.
For
Evan. I hadn’t even considered the idea that I would actually like to see him with another man until I had blurted it out. I had most certainly never considered the idea that I would actually go through with something like this. Yet, as I cracked a nice bottle of Shiraz for dinner, I knew I would.

In the pit of my stomach the excitement burned brighter. A moisture started between my legs, insinuating itself into the soft fabric of my panties. I laughed out loud wondering if I would even make it through dinner before I fucked Evan senseless.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, poking his head in the kitchen.

“How hungry are you?” I asked, pouring two glasses of wine. Red like blood. Red for sacrifice. Red for desire.

I would sacrifice a long-held value for him, and him for me. I would give him his desire and he would fulfil mine. My nipples puckered under my blouse, my pulse slammed in my throat. I was blushing so fiercely my face burned.

He stared me dead in the face. Read my expression. He grabbed my hand. “I can wait.”

We made it to the landing. At that point, location didn’t matter. Not a lick. I shoved Evan to the floor where he landed with a startled “Ooph!”

“Sorry, sorry,” I murmured, but I really wasn’t. I was too busy yanking the top button of his button-fl y jeans. After the first one heeded to my brutal yanking, the others followed suit. I took his cock in my hand and let my body slide down several steps so my mouth was even with him. I was suddenly ravenous for him. Just to have him in my mouth. Feel the slide of his warm, engorged cock against the inside of my cheeks. Over my tongue. I sucked him in as far as I could, relaxed my throat, took him in as deep as I could. The thought of what we were considering burned under my skin like a fever. Could I? Would I? What would it do to us? All of this fl itted and capered in my mind as I worked him. Swallowed him.

“Christ, what’s gotten into you?” he mumbled and shoved his hands into my hair. Sifted his fingers through it so black strands brushed against my face. Tendrils got trapped in the moisture on my lips, slid along his length along with my mouth. I sighed against him and cupped his balls. “It’s this whole thing, isn’t it? You’re getting excited about it, aren’t you? Me doing that for you. Letting you see me do it. Now do you understand what I want?”

Part of me wished he would shut the fuck up. Part of me prayed he wouldn’t. I needed to hear this. Needed to know that he wanted it just as badly as I did. I was still reeling from the fact that I wanted it at all and if he told me he was OK, told me he wanted it, I might not question my sanity. Or my devotion. Or my love for him.

I nodded but didn’t release him. He wrapped my hair around his hands and pulled me in a little harder. Forced his cock a little deeper. I sucked in air through my nose and closed my eyes. The scent of him seated deeply in my sinuses. The feel of him making me crazy.

I felt him tense and laughed just a little around his cock. I loved that feeling. The feeling of pushing him right up to the edge and then shoving him right over it. Making him come for me. Evan had other plans. He pushed my head back and released himself.

“Evan . . .”

“Over. On your back, Allyson. Now.” His voice was much deeper than normal and my body responded instantly. Extra moisture between my thighs. Hair standing at attention along the nape of my neck, like a sizzle of electricity shooting through all my nerve endings simultaneously.

He hauled me up the steps, flipped me on my back and undid my jeans. “Help me. These goddamn things are so tight I don’t know how you breathe in them.”

I lifted my hips, wiggled. When they were down around my thighs, he hooked his fingers in the sides of my thong and yanked that along with the jeans. Both items were flung down the steps.

No words. He was gone from words. His cock so hard and ready it was imposing. His eyes, usually brown, were nearly black. He shoved my thighs apart roughly and thrust three fingers into me so quickly I gasped. Then, grabbing my hips, he pulled me forwards and drove into me.

“Fuck,” he hissed in my ear. “Are we really going to do it?”

I rocked up as he pulled me against him. Two forces with the same objective. Wrapped my legs around his back to hang on. Felt my eyes roll back as the first forceful ripple of orgasm ripped through me. I rode it out. Let it fl ow. It spiralled out, a seemingly unending coil of pleasure. “Yes,” I sighed as I let my body go limp even as he clutched at me.

At the word, Evan came. His voice half growl, half sob. I’d give him his gift, and he’d give me mine.

When we finally sat down to dinner, I sipped my wine and then asked, “So who’s the third party?”

Evan shrugged and attacked his spaghetti, apparently famished. I laughed and he looked up and smiled. There was a tiny speck of sauce on his chin and I wiped it off. “We could scout someone out this weekend,” he said.

“What’s this weekend?” I hadn’t touched my food. I was perfectly content with my glass of wine and the speculation.

“The community block party. A Christmas jamboree.” He laughed. “We can see if anybody catches our interest then.”

I nodded, stirred my noodles but didn’t eat them. “Sounds good.” Now that he had put the thought in my head, I already had a possible candidate.

I hadn’t shared the information. I had somehow managed to keep it to myself despite some covert spying on the new neighbour. The more I watched him, the more I thought he would be perfect. I think my fear was that if I came right out and said it, instead of letting the idea come from Evan, he would think I desired this man more than him. That wasn’t the case. But the fear of him thinking so was enough to make me keep my mouth shut.

“Ready?” Evan pulled on his suede jacket – the one with the shearling lining. I joked it was his Marlboro Man jacket.

“As I’ll ever be,” I laughed. It was slightly high. Slightly hysterical. Not a calm laugh, but one full of anxiety and excitement. I cinched the tie on my leather jacket and fluffed my hair. “Let’s do it.”