Will resisted the urge to pull out his cock and jerk off. He wanted to. He wanted to more than anything in the world. He wanted to cum when she was cumming…but he wasn’t going to humiliate himself like that. Instead he put in his earbuds, turned up the volume all the way, and pretended to study while Naomi fulfilled the obligations of her living contract.
She might be a slut and she might like to experiment with her sexuality, but she lived up to her word and did exactly as she promised. She’d fuck all three of them at once if necessary to live up to her part of the bargain. She was a woman free of any of society’s restrictions on how she should behave.
Will liked that.
Will hated that.
Will didn’t know how to process his feelings about her.
Chapter Fourteen
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Naomi told him the next morning. Jim had already left for work. Will was eating breakfast and Fred was still asleep. Naomi sat down across from him at the small table. Her hair was still wet from the shower, though she was dressed to go to class.
“See what?” Will said innocently.
She sighed and blew a stray wet hair out of her face. “See me fucking Jim last night.”
“I…uh…I didn’t…” he started to lie, but then stopped. She wasn’t stupid. She’d seen him and he’d seen her. He understood his place in relation to her.
“You saw me,” she interrupted him before he could complete his lie. “And I saw you. It was kinda hot, you watching me fuck Jim. He said he wanted to stare at my ass while we fucked. That’s why I was riding him that way. I liked you watching me. It felt like we had a special secret we were keeping from Jim. Like I was cheating on him.”
Will just nodded but didn’t say anything. Naomi abruptly changed the direction of the conversation.
“Would you mind if I fucked other guys?” she asked him.
“What?”
“Would you mind if I fucked other guys?”
“You’re already doing that with Fred and Jim.”
She rolled her eyes. “Besides them. In addition to them.”
Will didn’t know what to say. “Uh…sure. You can do that. It’s not like we said you couldn’t see other guys.”
“Fuck other guys,” she clarified with a sly smile. “I’ll still keep all my obligations to the apartment, but I need variety.”
“And three guys aren’t enough for you?” Will asked. What he wanted to ask was I’m not enough for you?
Her smile broadened. “Right now? No.” She looked up at the ceiling, only the slightest pink on her cheeks showing she had any embarrassment at all. Or maybe the pink was from the hot shower that lit up her skin. Will had no way of knowing. “I know I’ve got a terrible reputation of a slut, but I can’t help myself. Sex is too good to turn down, especially with guys who know what they’re doing…and I can’t resist saying no to a new guy. Maybe he’s going to be the best fuck of my life, right?”
“That’s dangerous thinking,” Will said.
Naomi came back to herself. She had been lost in thought while examining the ceiling. “Yeah. I know. But this is probably the safest time in my life to do this. College is a protective cocoon from the real world. If I’m going to sleep around and be crazy, this is the time for it.” She smiled at him. “Wanna have a quick fuck before class?” she asked.
Immediately Will’s cock stiffened inside his jeans. It had slowly been awakening because of Naomi’s presence—that’s all he needed of her—and now the offer made him stand up. His automatic answer—the answer his body wanted to give—was yes. He was ready to fuck her. But he stupidly glanced at the clock, hoping he wouldn’t have enough time, or that he’d have more than enough time. As it was he would have just enough time to fuck her and if he hurried he’d make it to class, but it would have to be a quick fuck, like she asked.
Naomi stood up to unbutton her jeans. Will just stared at her. “What are you doing?”
“You just said yes.”
“I didn’t say anything,” he insisted as she pulled down her jeans and panties. Will felt himself get harder as she leaned forward on the table, giving him just the barest view of her cleavage down inside her shirt as she spread her legs while bent over, waiting for him.
“Yeah, and by not saying anything, I know what that means from you. Just fuck me, please,” she said politely. “Make it quick.” Her grin became almost feral, as if she were in heat. “I want to go to class with your cum leaking out into my panties.”
The smart thing would have been to walk away. To grab his backpack and run out of the apartment and to his class. When it came to Naomi, very rarely did Will make the smart choice. He stood up. “We can’t do it here,” he said. “Not in the kitchen. We made an agreement.”
She wiggled her hips. “Fuck the agreement. No, wait. Fuck me. Fuck me right here and right now.” Her hand went down between her legs and Will heard the unmistakable sounds of her masturbating.
Will gave in. He already knew he was going to give in. He always gave into whatever Naomi wanted.
Fred was asleep in his room. Will hoped he was asleep in his room. While Fred might not complain about him fucking Naomi in the kitchen, it was still a breach of trust and that was wrong on every level.
Coming around the table, Will unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. There was no need to get fully naked. She didn’t expect it and they didn’t have time. Once he was in position behind her, Naomi reached back between her legs, found his cock, and guided it into her waiting pussy.
It always felt good to be welcomed back inside Naomi. She was always eager to welcome him. The angle was a bit off-kilter, but that didn’t matter. They both just wanted—just needed—to fuck and get off and then go to class a little bit better relaxed. That’s all Will needed. He tried not to focus on Naomi’s needs for once. He just grabbed her hips and started pounding away at her, giving her exactly what she needed.
It was raw and unskillful. It only took him two minutes at the most and he came and was done. If she came, he had no idea. She had been actually biting her forearm to keep quiet and not wake Fred. He pumped his cum into her, filling her pussy, and then he pulled out and set about getting himself in order. By the time he was dressed, Naomi had also gotten her jeans back on. She gave him a peck on the cheek as he walked by and said, “I’ll be thinking about you all day while you leak into my panties.”
Will wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
Chapter Fifteen
It was surprisingly soft. Will could feel the hardness underneath but there was a velvety softness to the head and on the surface. It had just enough give to make it pleasant but was also hard enough that he knew what to expect from it.
All of this wasn’t a surprise. Will had handled his own cock more than enough times. He knew what it felt like to jerk himself off, but to do it to someone else was different. And Fred was bigger than him. That he already knew, but it was another thing entirely to realize that the man’s cock he was holding was significantly bigger than his own. How did gay couples do it? Did they go looking for a partner who was roughly the same size? Surely there had to be couples that went for dom/sub relationships and enjoyed the sized difference. Will wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Although Naomi had praised his fucking technique and said he was above average in the length and girth department, there was no use lying: Fred was bigger than him in every way. It was strange.
And not just strange because he was actively having sex with another man for the first time, but extra strange because Naomi was right there watching him.
“Take it in your mouth, Will,” she almost whispered to him.
He glanced her way and saw her eyes shining with lust as she licked her lips in anticipation of what he was about to do. How she had talked him into this situation he couldn’t figure out, but here he was and it was going to happen. It wasn’t like he was shy about it and he couldn’t deny he had a certain curiosity about sucking off another guy, but when fac
ed with the reality…he knew that he needed Naomi right then not just encouraging him but forcing him along.
Will closed his eyes and going by feel alone, he guided Fred’s cock into his mouth. His roommate had been surprisingly quiet up to this point. As always, Fred went along with whatever Naomi wanted, much like Will did. Will didn’t think he was nearly as submissive as Fred, but maybe he was. Fred was without a doubt bi, and maybe gay, unlike Will. Will was just curious.
That’s what he told himself.
He tasted Fred’s precum. It wasn’t terrible. It was like his own precum. More times than he was willing to admit, Will had tasted his own precum before. It was slippery, of course, and almost without flavor. There was some saltiness there, and maybe a hint of someone else’s saliva, but not much overall. Fred was big enough to fill up his entire mouth. Will had to loosen up his jaws and pull his tongue back. There was no way he was going to be able to deep throat the huge cock, but he didn’t think he was expected to do such a thing. This was his first time after all. He was a novice, even if he didn’t want to be.
“Back and forth,” Naomi encouraged him. “Slow and steady, like the tortoise…at least at first,” she said with a smile. He spared her a glance. While he and Fred were naked—Fred because he pretty much had to be to get a proper blowjob, and Will because…because he wanted to be—Naomi was still dress. Or rather, she was mostly dress. She was wearing a white camisole where he could easily see the outline of her erect nipples and a pair of tiny white panties. Were they actually panties or were they a thong? It was impossible to tell from where he was on the floor, on his knees. Naomi’s clothing always seemed maybe a half size too small for her. The camisole didn’t come down to her panties. Her smooth, flat belly was exposed. That was good because it gave her the opportunity to show off her gold navel ring. Naomi more than just dabbled with exhibitionism.
“Move your fist up and down his cock. Do it in time with your head,” she instructed him. This Will already knew. He had received plenty of blowjobs in his life, even a bunch of good ones—most of those were from Naomi and Fred—so he knew what to do. Plus he had watched more porn than he cared to admit.
It was a lot of porn.
It took him a minute, but eventually he got the rhythm down. It wasn’t just moving his head back and forth. There was some effort of rocking back and forth at the waist. Giving a good blowjob was tougher than going down on a woman. When he did that all he had to do was get into position to lick and suck his way around her clit and vulva. There was technique, of course, but it wasn’t such as physically demanding. Maybe that’s why gay guys liked sucking cock, it was tougher to do well. Or maybe that was his imagination. He didn’t really know anything about being gay. He’d never even had anal sex.
“Oh, that’s beautiful,” Naomi gushed. “You’re a natural,” she added, encouraging him further. “There’s nothing like seeing too men fuck. It’s fucking hot.” Will gave her another glance. Her eyes were wide open unlike his. She had one hand on Fred’s hip, steadying him slightly, and the other was buried down in her panties. Will paused a moment to hear the unmistakable sounds of fingers busily playing with clit and pussy. That was more encouragement to him than any words from Naomi.
It almost felt like Fred was stabbing him in the mouth. It didn’t hurt but because Fred was so big he was stretched to his limits. It made him wonder what it would be like to give head to smaller guy, like Jim. Men always said about how having a bigger cock was better, and there were good arguments for that, but he’d heard plenty of women complain that if a guy was too large sex was if not painful then at least it was uncomfortable. Maybe being average sized was better in the long run.
“Keep going,” Naomi said. She wasn’t jilling off to cum, she was doing it to enhance her viewing pleasure. Will could feel Fred starting to throb. His cock actually got harder and Will found that he wanted to be the one to finish him off. He gripped Fred’s balls with his free hand, the hand that had been resting on Fred’s thigh, just under Naomi’s hand. He was probably more aggressive with his grip than he needed to be, but Fred didn’t complain.
When he finally erupted in his mouth, for a long moment Will didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to swallow; the flavor was a little too salty and a little too bleachy to be easily palatable, but he didn’t gag and spit it out, but neither did he swallow it. There were three and then four heavy jets of Fred’s cum filling his mouth and Will sucked hard to enhance Fred’s pleasure, but he didn’t know what to do with the cum.
Naomi solved that problem for him. She pushed Fred aside, forcing his cock out of Will’s mouth, aggressively kissed him, pushing her tongue deeply between Will’s lips, taking the place of the cock he had been sucking. Unexpectedly she backed off and looked at him queerly. “Give it to me,” she told him. “Don’t hog it all to yourself.”
She kissed him again—he couldn’t ever remember her kissing him like this before—and then he understood. He pushed Fred’s cum into her mouth, sharing it with her. She greedily sucked it up and swallowed, smacking her lips. Will did the same, clearing his mouth of the strong-tasting fluid, but refraining from smacking his lips. It didn’t seem appropriate in the context of the moment.
Using one finger Naomi wiped up a little of the cum that remained in the corner of his mouth. She glanced at the open door of her bedroom where she had seduced Will to suck off Fred and grinned as she licked up the last of Fred’s cum. They had all heard Jim enter the apartment just as they were getting down to business. Maybe he had seen them having sex, maybe not.
Will was certain Jim had seen everything.
He wasn’t ashamed.
At least that’s what he told himself.
Coda
“Stop staring,” said Jessica.
Will stopped daydreaming and dragged his eyes away from the attractive girl sitting and laughing with her boyfriend. Naomi. He’d had a few classes with Naomi. She was one of the those people who were either extremely upbeat or seriously depressed. Right now she was upbeat. She was wearing a sweater that didn’t quite come down to the tops of her jeans which showed off her gold navel ring. The sweater was tight enough and it was cool enough in the -campus coffee shop to reveal the outline of Naomi’s nipples through the thin material.
Jessica never dressed that way.
“She dresses like a slut,” Jessica commented, glancing at Naomi and twisting her lips into a sneer. “Acts like one too, from what I’ve heard.”
“Really? What have you heard?” Will tried not to sound too interested. Too much talk about sex would sour Jessica, but this was denigrating another woman who she perceived as too sexy, too slutty. It was a fairly safe gamble.
“Ugh. Why would you want to hear about that?” Jessica asked, and then immediately launched into a tirade of gossip. “All I really know is she’s got the reputation of a slut. Different boyfriend every semester that she always cheats on. She’s living in an apartment with three guys…and she probably sleeps with them all.”
“You really believe that?” Will asked quietly.
Naomi and her boyfriend—or at least Will believed it was her boyfriend, she had kissed him and was openly flirting with him, maybe he was just another guy she was sleeping with—started to get up from the table. Will wished he had on a pair of sunglasses so he could slyly watch her. He managed a couple of glances her way and admired her ass. Her jeans were tight enough to make Will wonder if she was wearing a thong or maybe no underwear at all.
Jessica shrugged. “It’s probably true or mostly true. One of the guys is her boyfriend.” She turned her head far enough to see Naomi laughing with the companion. “Yeah. That’s him. Reid. Weird name for a guy. I bet she’s the sort of girl to let two guys do her at the same time. Gross.”
“As long as she’s not hurting anyone else…” Will started to say and then shut up when Jessica gave him a withering look.
“Doesn’t matter. Just doing that sort of thing is dangerous to everyone, not just
her.”
Will didn’t see how that could be the case, but he let it go. He had learned to let a lot of things go if he wanted Jessica to remain his girlfriend. Maybe, just maybe, they’d get to have sex before graduation. If he was lucky. If she changed her mind about sex.
Maybe.
If he could just stop fantasizing about Naomi to get through the year, then maybe, just maybe…
End
The Palace
Inside the palace there is always intrigue and plotting. The prince needs an heir, but his wife can’t produce, so he turns to his mistress. The elder prince needs to marry, but his presence runs to men, making an heir a difficult endeavor. There are both men and women willing to do anything and everything to insinuate themselves into the halls of power, thought sex or violence or both.
Roderick, as second son, knows he will never sit on the throne and lives the life of a man lost in the pleasures of the flesh. When events in the palace take an unexpected turn he must quickly grow up and protect not only himself and his wife, but his lovers and friends as well…
Chapter One
As she wandered through the court Pauline was alternately given withering glares from jealous and judgmental ladies, especially from the ladies that attended Margareta, and words and nods of admiration, mostly from the lords and minor nobles that sought to curry favor from Roderick but often from the men who were admiring Pauline’s beauty.
It wasn’t a contest, but Roderick enjoyed having the court debate the two beauties who alternately shared his bed. Princess Margareta was almost doll-like in her beauty: china pale skin, sapphire blue eyes, and brilliant blonde hair. That she was barely taller than a boy entering adolescence only enhanced her doll-like charm. In contrast, Pauline cut a near-towering figure with her sharp features, black hair and olive-toned skin. Her eyes were dark and flashing and full of mirth.
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