by Anwen Stiles
And so she fucked him for a while, and he inflicted his special brand of torment on her until her body trembled and a light sweat broke out on her forehead.
Sir was breathing hard, too, and urging her to go faster, harder. She must not have gone fast enough, because soon he stopped tormenting her breasts and closed his hands around her hips, raising her and pushing her back down on his lap.
He leaned forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders and her thigh muscles flexed, her hips bucked and her desire was a raging fire inside her. When his teeth closed over her nipple, she cried out, a sound of pain and passion and want. More. More.
She felt another pair of hands close around her waist. She turned her head. Geoff. Behind her, straddling Sir’s legs. His smoky gaze met her own and his fingers ground into her flesh, helping Sir lift her up, then slam her down with more force than before.
Sir grunted and released her breast, unable to hold on with her increased movement. Geoff momentarily let go of her waist to guide Jasmine’s hands off Sir’s shoulders. He raised her arms up over her head, bent them back, closing her hands behind his own head.
She stretched back, her body bent in a parabola curve, her breasts thrusting outward and bouncing wildly until Geoff closed his hands over them. And now he used her breasts to lift her up and slam her down onto Sir. Over and over. It hurt. It didn’t.
Her breasts ached from the pressure, but no more than her pussy ached from holding back, from the pounding she’d been getting for she didn’t know how long. God it was too much.
“Not yet,” Geoff demanded in her ear.
She shivered when his hot breath fell on her. Goosebumps rose on her arms.
They lifted her up, slammed her down. Kyle and Sean were stretched out on the bed, not far away, idly stroking their half-masted cocks and watching the fucking with gleaming eyes.
She felt something on her ass, slick fingers pushing between her cheeks, heading ... where ... not there. Yes there.
She realized with a start that it was Geoff’s fingers down there, that only one of his arms was wrapped around her chest, that only one hand was tightened over her breast, raising her up and shoving her back down onto Sir.
She made a murmur and a wriggle of dissent. Geoff quietly shushed her.
“Trust me,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring.
His fingers pushed against her sphincter. He pressed one inside her asshole, then followed it quickly with another.
She cried aloud at the entry, the unfamiliar feel and stretch of two fingers inside her. Two was different than one. Very different. Not terrifically painful so much as disturbing. They didn’t belong there, did they?
Geoff whispered to her that she felt good and that she was so tight and perfect. And Sir held her gaze in his own, a promise in his eyes that all would be well.
She believed them both, gave herself over to them, gave herself over to the promise they offered but didn’t have to make.
Up. Down. The slip and slide. The slam of flesh on flesh. The grinding of fingers in her ass, the crush and oomph.
This was a complete fuck like she’d never had before. And she clung to Geoff and didn’t mind her shaking breasts and writhing hips. And let Geoff finger her ass.
She began a steady moan, a feral groan that signaled the pressure growing inside her, the unstoppable nature of it. Her body tingled from top to bottom and a ball of energy formed in her belly and threatened to burst forth at any moment.
On and on she cried her song of ecstasy, a melody punctuated by Kyle’s “Fucks” and Sir’s grunts and Geoff’s harsh breath in her ear. This song, this beautiful song of passion and wonder.
Geoff pumped in and out of her ass, faster now, harder, as far as he could go every time. “Now,” he said quietly. “Now you can let it go. Come for us, Jasmine. I want to hear you scream.”
“Come for us,” repeated Sir.
She threw back her head, surrendered to whatever they wanted, what she wanted, to all the sensations that she’d been holding in check. Her blood roared in her veins and her heart beat a frenzied staccato in time with her hoarse, heaving breaths.
Yes, she was coming. Here it came. The climax. The throbbing down low, the ball of energy surging outward, breaking over her belly and between her legs. Profound in its totality, the way it rushed and swelled outward, filling her torso, her limbs, all of her, with rapture.
She was transported to a realm of euphoria, where everything was pure. Right. So intense. So overwhelming.
There was nothing for it.
She gathered herself together ... and her cries rang throughout the room.
SHE WAS DREAMING, SHE thought. Distant sounds of deep voices filled her ears. She would have opened her eyes, but it seemed like too much effort. Besides, she was dreaming, and opening her eyes would wake her up, and she didn’t want that.
So she lay still, enjoying the warmth of the blanket on her bare skin, the heavy weight of her arms and legs lying limp from exhaustion. A sweet ache throbbed gently between her legs and her nipples were rock hard from over-stimulation. Over-used. That was her.
In her dream, she smiled.
She wasn’t actually dreaming, though, she realized after a few more minutes of floating. No, those male voices she heard were real. And there was a hand on her head, stroking her hair.
And another hand was on her hip, smoothing a palm down the outside of her thigh and up again. Mmm. Warm. Tingly.
She opened her eyes. Blinked twice to clear her sight. She looked up to see Geoff smiling at her. He was the one petting her hair.
She turned her head slightly and saw Sir on her other side. He was the one touching her hip and leg.
She closed her eyes. Mmm. Yes, she remembered it all now. How Sir cane shortly after she did, how Geoff held her tight as she shook and quivered from the most outrageously superb orgasm she’d ever experienced.
And she remembered them both cuddling her, how they lay her down, settling her between them while they told her in lovely ways how wonderful she was.
She must have drifted off.
“Was I asleep long?” she asked.
“No,” said Geoff. “Less than fifteen minutes.”
“Wow,” was all she could think of in answer. It felt like she’d been away for an age.
She rolled onto her back and stretched her arms over her head.
“Are you sore?” Sir asked.
“I don’t think so.”
He pressed his hand between her legs, pushed a finger past her swollen labia and into her pussy. “Are you sore here?”
She winced. “A little. But I expected that. I’m not, well ...”
“You’re not accustomed to such prolonged activity,” Sir finished for her.
“Exactly.”
He removed his hand and she was oddly disappointed. She mentally shook her head at herself.
“Well, my dear, you have certainly proven yourself to be a breathtaking lover tonight. I don’t recall the last time I enjoyed myself more,” Sir said.
She flushed slightly, a silly thing to do under the circumstances. Still, that kind of compliment coming from a man of Sir’s undoubted experience, well, it was a bit heady.
Geoff shifted on the bed. “I’ve told everyone that you’re finished for the night.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re sore. Like you said, it was to be expected. Time for everyone to leave. They’d already be gone except they wanted to say goodbye.”
Jasmine pushed herself up into a seated position and looked around the room. Sure enough, there was Kyle, Sean and Michael, two in chairs, one sitting on the edge of the bed, all still naked, all smiling at her.
She smiled back, then couldn’t help but notice that Kyle and Sean were hard — again. Unbelievable. They were the youngest in the group though. That probably explained it.
The fact that they wanted to say goodbye and that they wanted more of her but wouldn
’t ask it since she was sore ... it warmed her all over and set her mind to what should come next.
She tossed aside the blanket, proudly displaying her naked self to them all. “I’m not that sore.” And she spread her legs open wide.
She nearly grinned at the sudden switch in Kyle’s and Sean’s expression, the change from cheerful resignation to greedy, open longing.
“Don’t push it,” said Geoff. “You don’t want to hurt yourself.”
“I’m fine. I’ll be fine. One more round, for the willing. What do you say, Kyle? Sean?”
Geoff sighed and Sir made a sort of clipped chuckle. Michael leaned back in his chair and began the process of stroking his limp cock back into life.
Kyle and Sean rose, advanced toward her, their stiff cocks leading the way.
She raised her knees, spread her legs wider and lay back, sprawled herself open for them. Then she reached out to either side of her, grabbing onto Geoff and Sir.
“Hold me,” she said, “and don’t let me go.”
They wouldn’t.
Chapter 6
WHATEVER THE LADIES OF the Fantasy Guild (adjunct group to The Ladies Naughty Book Club) thought the first sex report might be in their newly-formed organization, it wasn’t what they got from Jasmine the night she delivered up her account of the high stakes poker game. It was seriously, exponentially better.
Not a member was absent when Jasmine settled into her easy seat of honor and began her tale, nor were they likely to be in the future, not if other reports were as titillating as this one proved to be. Even the members who expected to be scandalized and appalled couldn’t manage an iota of indignation. No. Jasmine’s story was far too arousing for that.
Their naughty books generally excited them, but those books were nothing to this true story from someone they personally knew. And the idea that they themselves could partake, if they dared, in something similar, was enough to send them racing home for some attention from their husbands, boyfriends or vibrators, as the individual cases may have been.
Jasmine was an excellent storyteller. She described the men in great detail, what they looked like, how they acted, how they were different and each one lovely and fuckable in their own way. Some of the ladies lusted inside for the young pair, Kyle and Sean, others for the commanding and dominant Sir, some for the mysterious Michael. No one really considered Geoff.
Geoff had gotten short-shrift in Jasmine’s recount of her suitors. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the role he played. No, in fact, he was her headliner. She simply didn’t speak much of him, or describe him too fully, because she didn’t want the other women becoming too interested in him.
She glanced around the avid group of women, continuing her sexy story. “Then I said, ‘Hold me, and don’t let me go.’”
Several women sighed.
“Oh, and did they ... let go?” asked Cynthia, her eyes sparkling.
“They did not,” answered Jasmine. “I can’t describe what it’s like to have two men hold you down while another one fucks you and another one is touching you all over. It’s beyond anything.”
Ooh, was the response from more than one woman.
“And you weren’t scared?” asked young Layla.
“No,” said Jasmine. “Not once. Maybe I should have been, but it just wasn’t frightening. They always made me feel protected, even when they weren’t all that gentle.”
“Just the right balance of rough and tender,” said Cynthia, practically swooning.
“Exactly,” said Jasmine.
“What happened next?” asked Margie.
“They fucked me.”
“All of them? Again?”
“No, all of them except Geoff and Sir.”
“Good God!” said Margie. “Were you able to walk afterward?”
Jasmine laughed. “Yes, I was sore, still am some, but I can walk fine.”
The room fell quiet as the ladies recalled everything Jasmine had recounted about her evening. Some imagined they had the nerve to do what she had done, others simply imagined they were her.
As for Jasmine herself, she drifted off into her own thoughts, her own memories of what happened after Michael, Sean and Kyle finished fucking her that final time.
She lay on the bed, sprawled in an utterly unladylike heap of satisfied wantonness. After the men got dressed, they said their goodbyes.
They kissed her gently on the lips, one after another, their hands straying over her well-handled breasts and mound, her stomach and ass. They parted with reluctance, it seemed, though a satiated reluctance.
Sir was next-to-last to leave. He brushed her hair from her forehead and smiled at her.
“You know,” he said, “I’m available should you decide you want to do this again.”
“You’ll be the first one I call.”
He glanced over at Geoff who sat leaning against the headboard. “Most likely, you mean the second one you’ll call.”
She followed his gaze to the resting, handsome man. “Yeah, you’re right. Second.”
“I’ll take it.” Sir leaned down over her and kissed her softly, sweetly. He touched her lower lip and lightly pinched its plumpness between his thumb and forefinger. “Perhaps next time I can acquaint you with some more new pleasures. For instance, have you ever had a thorough spanking?”
She shivered slightly and shook her head.
“Then,” he said, “we should make that a priority.”
He kissed her once more, said his farewells to her and to Geoff, and quietly left the room.
She lay sprawled on the bed, and neither Geoff nor she spoke until they heard the door of the suite close behind Sir.
“Come here,” Geoff said.
She turned lazily toward him. “I don’t know if I have the strength.”
“Find it.”
She smiled and did indeed find the strength to scoot up the bed and flop down on her side next to him, her head resting against his warm, smooth chest. He held her close, one arm wrapping around her, his hand cupping one of her ass cheeks.
She wrapped her own arm around his waist. She looked down at his crotch, at the rock hard cock standing up proud and solid.
“I don’t know why you won’t take me again,” she said.
He took a long breath. “You’re sore.”
“It doesn’t matter. I want to.”
“You only think you do. You’re in a sex fog right now.”
She giggled. “A sex fog? There’s no such thing.”
“The hell there isn’t. You’re lost in the middle of it.”
“Oh, well, in that case, I had no idea that fog is so much fun.”
He snorted lightly. “You’re obviously not thinking clearly.”
“If I’m so far gone, why didn’t you stop me from fucking the others again?”
“I thought you’d be okay.”
“But not okay enough to fuck you again.”
“Hell. You’re right. Maybe I’m the one not thinking straight.” He riffled a hand through his hair. “Maybe I should take you right now.”
“Mmm. Yes, please.”
“It would serve you right if you couldn’t walk for a week.”
“I’m fine. Fuck me, Geoff.” She looked up at him, the innocent look of a supplicant on her face.
He groaned. Then his expression changed. He grew, what ... naughty?
His hand, the one that had been cupping her ass, slipped lower, passed over her crack and down between her legs. She was still sopping wet, she knew. He dipped into her moisture, gathering it on his fingers.
She fidgeted in consternation as his hand rose a critical inch or two and his fingers dived into her ass crack, seeking her asshole. This again? Damn. Without other stuff going on, she didn’t know about this.
He held her gaze, his eyes a dark pool of mischievous lust. His fingertips probed at her clenched hole. “You’re pussy may be sore, but you’ve hardly been used here.”
“No way. You’re not fucking
me there. I’m not —”
His barking laugh cut her short. “You should see your face.”
“It’s not funny. I’m serious.”
“So am I.” And, without further adieu, he rammed his two, slick fingers inside her ass.
She squeaked, twisted, tried to push away. He held her firm, though, his other arm coming around to hold her in place.
“Don’t get upset,” he said. “I’m not going to fuck your ass. Not tonight anyway. Or at least, not with my cock. But you can’t complain about a few fingers can you? That’s not so bad and you did say you wanted me to fuck you.”
“My pussy. I meant my pussy.”
“Is this really that bad?”
His fingers slid inside her, a gentle motion which, while unfamiliar and vaguely disturbing, was not uncomfortable.
“I guess not,” she said.
“Good. Because it’s hot as hell for me. You can’t imagine what you feel like. So tight and hot, smooth. It drives me crazy.”
A twitch jerked in her belly. “You like it that much, huh?”
“Absolutely. I’d like it more if I could see it.”
She knew what she would do then, what would make him happiest and what would please her, too. So she changed positions, careful all the while not to dislodge his fingers from inside her.
In a few moments, she crouched over him, her lips mere inches from his cock, her ass in the air, facing him, his fingers stretching her ass.
She cherished his groan as her mouth closed over the head of his dick.
“Yes, baby. Oh God. Yes,” he mumbled, his fingers moving inside her, his cock twitching against her lips.
She licked off the salty drop of pre-cum and kissed her way down the sides of his shaft. She cupped his balls in her hand and gently rolled them against one another.
His free hand found her clit and rubbed it.
When she took him into her mouth and sucked him as deep and as far as she could go into the back of her mouth, she reveled in his groan of delight.
