The Black Room: Door Eight

by Jasinda Wilder

  I clutch my tits and moan as Charlie fucks me.

  It’s endless and beautiful. I shudder on the ragged edge of climax, where it’s so beautiful, caught up in such wild ecstasy, in that perfect place right before I topple over the edge, where I’ve always wanted to be, just like this, with him.

  I let him fuck me and fuck me and fuck me, never coming, just the grinding gutting wonder of his cock moving inside me, hitting that spot. His hands are on the insides of my thighs, holding my legs apart, his hips flexing against my thighs.

  I want to stay just like this, just lay here and moan, drowning, in heaven, letting myself be beautifully and perfectly fucked into oblivion.

  I don’t need to scream or thrash, all I need is to let the fucking take over. Moaning, whimpering, I lift my hips to meet his thrusts letting the orgasm build and build and build, denying myself the release.

  “God…Charlie—Charlie—” I gasp.

  “Hannah. I wish it was always like this.”

  “Me too, Charlie.”

  “You feel so good, wrapped around my cock.”

  “Don’t stop, Charlie. Don’t come. Keep fucking me, just like this.”

  Charlie obeys me.

  He just fucks me, never coming, never quite giving me the edge I need to come, and the orgasm I’m denied builds into a raging inferno inside me, and Charlie just keeps fucking me like he’s never fucked me before, giving me so much pleasure just by the way his cock feels driving in and out of me—

  but it’s not enough—

  the need to come grows and grows and grows, and memories assault me, memories of him, of a woman with red hair bobbing up and down on him in the car outside our house, her huge pale breasts bouncing as she rides him in the passenger seat, and I gasp from the poignancy of the memories, and of the secret shame I feel from knowing what I did, late one night, after watching the red haired beauty suck Charlie’s cock:

  I stood at the window and finger-fucked myself while watching them; I brought myself to a whimpering, weak-in-the-knees orgasm while watching her slap up and down on his cock, and the orgasm was made all the more potent because I was wondering what she would feel like, what her tits would feel like in my hands, what her pussy would taste like, what her cunt would feel like around my fingers, what it would be like to kiss her lips…and I wondered what it would be like to suck his cock and finger her pussy, or lick her clit and make her come while his cock drove into my throat…I made myself come imagining all that, watching them—

  —

  —long hair slides between my fingers. Slippery, silky. It’s utterly dark, but I just know this hair whispering between my fingers is red, a vivid scarlet. Soft flesh presses against me, a thick, strong, soft thigh against mine, a long lithe arm drifting across my belly, fingers tickling, long nails scraping my flesh. A delicate nose nudges the outside of my breast, and then plump tender lips close around my nipple. Those fingers, those long nails…they scrape and tickle and tease, dancing torturously from my ribcage to navel, thigh to hipbone, across the upper swell of my pussy. Then, oh—then…then a fingernail scrapes my clit, and I jerk, gasping.

  Feminine laughter echoes, a dark, amused, erotic tinkle; she’s pleased with herself.

  “You like that, do you?” she asks, her voice a low silky murmur—if a voice had a color and a texture, her voice would match her hair, shimmery, vivid, lustrous, smooth, exotic, bordello-scarlet. “You like it when I do…this?” She scrapes that fingernail against my clit as she emphasizes the last word.

  “Yes…” I breathe.

  She runs her fingernail along the seam of my cunt, not quite sliding in, a slow shuddersome rasp. I shake so hard my tits quiver, and I gasp in anticipation. She’s teasing, torturing; she knows. My every weakness is laid bare; the knowledge of precisely how to make me a writhing, begging mess is obvious to her. A flick of her tongue against my nipple, another long, slow rake of her fingernail along the soaked, dripping slit of my cunt. Her hair drifting over my breasts and throat, cool and slippery, and then her mouth on my other breast, not going directly for the nipple but licking and nipping around it, her tongue stuttering over the tiny bumps on the areolae. Her fingernail scraping up and down, up and down, up and down, teasing, never quite penetrating, never quite touching my clit.

  I’m at the cusp of orgasm, I’ve been teetering on this verge for an eternity, but I can’t fall over into climax, I can’t come. I know she can make me come in an instant—one flick of her finger, one touch of her tongue, and I’d come apart screaming. But she denies me. Instead, she pushes me closer and closer, her fingernail starting to spread apart my cunt just a bit now, as she continues to stroke the slit.

  She leans over me, her breasts crush against mine, hers huge and soft and squishy, her nipples hard little nubs rubbing against mine. I feel her grin as she flicks my lower lip with her tongue, and then brushes my mouth with her lips. I move in to feel her mouth against mine, but she denies me again with a laugh.

  “Ah-ah,” she admonishes, “not yet.”

  She teases my lips with hers, again and again, rubbing her lips on mine, pretending to kiss and then taking it away, touching my upper lip with her tongue, then licking my lower lip, then darting her tongue against mine. And all the while, her fingernail scrapes and rakes and rasps up and down my clit, penetrating incrementally deeper between the labia with each swipe up and down. I’m shaking and shuddering, needy, moaning, but she continues to tease and deny, and I’ve already been denied this release for so long, and I need it, but she won’t give it to me.

  “Gimme,” I whisper, leaning in for her mouth, flexing my hips into her finger.

  She pulls away just before I get what I want in both places, with that same breathy erotic laugh. “Gimme what? What do you want first?”

  “Both,” I say, writhing, fists clenched and trembling. “Both, please.”

  She teases me another few moments, her tongue sliding slowly along my upper lip, her fingernail ever so slightly inside me, just barely splitting open my pussy, teasing both sets of lips with tongue and finger.

  I’m aching, throbbing all over, my skin coated in a sheen of sweat from rocking on the edge of orgasm for so long—

  And then, all at once, without warning, she plunges her finger into my cunt and covers my mouth with hers, and I…

  …COME.

  I’m screaming so loud my ears ring. My entire lower half arches up off the bed and her finger is inside my pussy and her tongue is writhing against mine and it’s bizarre to feel such sweet tender feminine lips against mine, such a thin delicate finger inside me, and the kiss is not masculine clashing with feminine, not a war for dominance, not showing me alpha possession, not affectionate emotive mingling of souls via mouths. This is…something else. I don’t know what. But fuck, it’s incredible. She sucks my tongue into her mouth and her fingernail grazes that place deep inside me behind my clit, where a single touch incites madness.

  It is madness itself, this orgasm.

  Utter chaotic detonation.

  She stretches that finger inside me, scratching that G-spot, and then she presses her thumb to my clit, and the orgasm shatters and twists into something higher, deeper, hotter, more. It’s an orgasm both vaginal and clitoral, turning me into a mewling screaming writhing puddle. And all the while she’s kissing me, kissing me, kissing me, her lips sliding and moving, tongue skittering and toying with mine.

  She doesn’t stop until I’m quivering and panting raggedly. I catch her wrist to stop her because it feels so good, too good, so much it hurts.

  “My turn,” she announces.

  She stretches away from me, straddling me, sitting on my hips. I feel her pussy against mine, an erotic thrill of clit on clit. She grinds there for a split second, but then moves up my body—all too soon. I would have liked more of her clit on mine, but now she’s above me, hovering, balanced, and I smell her desire inches from my face. I lift up, flicking my tongue out. I taste pussy, feel the plump lips on my tongue, s
haved bare. Oh god, god. Sweet female musk, tang of her juices.

  “Mmm, yeah,” she murmurs. “Lick my pussy.”

  I don’t tease her. No need, no reason—she’s already on the edge. All I have to do is plunge my tongue into her cunt and she’s gasping, shuddering. She uses her fingers to spread open her pussy for me, and I press a fingernail against her clit, scraping like she did mine, and I’m rewarded by a shrill shriek and a jerk of her hips. I do it again, licking into her entrance, and she jerks again and writhes.

  “Like that?” I ask, my breath huffing hot on her flesh.

  “Yeah—fuck yeah. Just like that.” Her voice is rougher now, not so smooth, not so collected. “Make me come.” This from between clenched jaws.

  Her whole body shudders as I switch mouth and hand, sliding my finger into her pussy and flicking my tongue against her clit, and the shaking of her thighs, a helpless quiver accompanied by a long low groan, tells me how close she is. I know what I’d want right now, so I give it to her—another finger deep inside her, both curling to massage her G-spot, my tongue fluttering against her clit in rapid circles. She cries out and grinds her cunt against my face, and I feel her come, then, feel the wetness spread against my tongue and smear on my lips, feel her pussy spasm and squeeze around my fingers. I moan with her as she comes, fucking her tight clamping cunt with two fingers and sucking her throbbing clit between my teeth, letting her ride my face and hand.

  “Not the same as coming around a big hard cock,” she mumbles, gasping, “but goddamn, that’s amazing.”

  She’s sliding down my body, her shaking hands smoothing over my tits, mine on hers. God, her tits are huge. Her nipples are thick, standing tall and hard as I pinch and roll them, getting a quaking shudder and a gasp from her. Our hands are everywhere, then, body on body, soft flesh on soft flesh, her cunt against my thigh, our legs scissored and then, god yes, her pussy against mine, clit to clit, hands on tits, mouths on mouths—

  —

  —And Charlie is there, somewhere, somehow. His hard body is a contrast to our soft curves. His hand is on my thigh, and a gasp from her tells me he’s touching her somewhere. His back is to me—she’s on the other side of Charlie, and I curl against him, stroke his arms and his ribs and lean closer, run my hands everywhere, feel her hand reaching over Charlie to find me, caressing my ass as I pinch her nipple. I hear kissing, mouth on mouth, breath on breath, I feel movement.

  I find their hands between their bodies, her fist around his cock, his on her cunt. Placing my hand with hers, around his cock, we stroke him together. She pushes and I pull, and he rolls to his back between us. Her hand is on top, stroking and pumping around the head, and mine is on the bottom, plunging at his root. His hips flex and push, and he’s groaning and grunting, and still kissing her. So I press in, join the kiss, and then it’s three mouths all colliding as she breaks away from Charlie to kiss me, and then him, and he does the same, transferring from her mouth to mine, and then all three of our mouths somehow find each other all at once, and her tongue is sliding on my lips and his tongue tangles with mine, our hands stroking his cock in unison.

  God, it’s too much, so much. So fucking much. His hands find us. Fingers in my cunt, mouths all confused. I feel fingers pinch my nipples, and realize it’s her tweaking my tits, sending surges of heat through me, spastic bursts of pain-induced pleasure.

  She moves first. Slides astride him, sitting upright on her knees. I have my hand on the root of his cock, and I feel her lowering herself onto him. I slide my fist up his length and my knuckles touch her cunt, and I seek her opening with my thumb, guiding him into her. I feel him tense and hear him groan, hear her moan. She glides down, and I feel their joining with my fingers, feel his cock sliding through my fist and into her, between the lips of her pussy.

  He pulls me closer to himself then hooks my leg over his shoulders so I’m straddling him. He uses both hands to settle me on my knees above his mouth, facing her. His tongue finds my clit, his fingers sliding into me. I hear her huffing gently, whimpering as he fucks her; I reach out and she finds me in this all-consuming darkness. Her mouth finds mine, her hands clutching my tits, and I feel her movement, feel her grinding up and down, and hear the wet squelch of his cock driving into her. She shudders and moans, an erotic gasp against my mouth, and I slide my hands down her body, find her clit and finger it in quick light circles, bringing her to breathlessness, and I’m gasping right along with her as Charlie eats my pussy with a skill I never knew he had, his tongue wild against my clit, his fingers drilling in and out hard and fast, pushing me to climax all too soon. I come with a whimper, grinding on him, her fingers pinching my nipples until it hurts, her teeth catching at my lips.

  I swing off Charlie, because it’s not another orgasm I want right now. I reach for her, and I find that she’s pivoted on Charlie to ride him reverse, so she’s facing his feet. I push her so she’s laying on her back on top of Charlie. I palm her tits and slide my mouth across hers, then to Charlie, and we’re all kissing again, and I feel Charlie moving, feel him fucking her. I cup his balls in my palm and massage them as he fucks her, then I move down their bodies.

  I press my mouth to her clit, lick her to shrieking paroxysms. Charlie’s cock slides against my chin as he slams into her, the noise of their fucking loud in my ears. I tilt my head, take the sliding shaft between my lips and taste her pussy on his cock, and he groans, growls, and she whimpers as I press a fingertip to her clit. Just like that, then, Charlie fucking her, my mouth on him as he drills into her, my fingers on her clit, both of them going wild, cresting the rise of climax. I feel her tense and I move my mouth to her.

  She comes first, screaming as Charlie fucks her, as I eat her. She’s wild, a feral thing, slamming down on Charlie and writhing against my lips at the same time, clawing at my hair to keep me against her.

  And then Charlie groans, and his thrusts go staccato. Her screams turn to gasps as he slams hard and slow against her cunt, their bodies meeting with slaps and wet squelching. My palms are on her thighs, which shake and tremble with her orgasm, a second one, or a continuation of the first, and she’s breathless, unable to even gasp as he fucks her and fucks her and fucks her, and I feel it all, feel his cock sliding into her, feel her body tensing, contorting, arching as the climax rips her into shattered bliss.

  “Oh…fuck—” I hear him grunt.

  And then he’s coming. I know those sounds, those desperate grunts he makes, the way his thrusts go deep and stay there, fucking deeper without pulling away.

  And then she does something unexpected—she slides up his body and yanks his cock out of her, and pulls at me and guides me to him. She’s got his cock in her fist and my hair in her other hand, and she pushes me onto him. I open my mouth and feel him slide between my lips, tasting her essence on his cock, and then he’s spurting a stream of cum into my mouth, and driving into my throat and backing away, unable to slow his thrusts, more cum filling my mouth, and then before I can swallow it she’s smashing her lips against mine and his cum drips down my chin and her tongue is in my mouth and she’s licking his cum away as she kisses me. Then he’s in her mouth, fucking her throat, and then mine, and then he’s thrusting between our mouths and cum is sluicing down his shaft and she’s sliding her mouth down the side and I’m sucking around his glans and he’s a grunting cursing snarling helpless creature caught in the throes of orgasm, torsion wracking his body.

  She pulls me away from him, and her hands glide all over me, cupping my tits and palming my cheeks, and she wipes clean my chin and lips, and kisses and licks away the last of his cum from my skin and I taste him on her.

  —

  And then it’s just her and me, wrapped up together, skin to skin, my face against her breasts, her breath on my hair, her hands all over me. Her body is so lush, her tits huge and high and firm and full of bounce, and her ass is tight and juicy, and her hair wraps around my fist, and her lips are soft and pillowy and eager, and her hands are skillful.<
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  I get it, Charlie, I get it…

  …but it still hurts.

  It fucking hurts that it’s her and not me. The way you fuck her as you never fucked me, the way you devour her cunt as you never did for me. She’s wild and eager and willing, and when she comes she’s spastic and loud and erotic. But I couldn’t come, not with you.

  But was that because you didn’t fuck me like this?

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  You didn’t cling to me and grip my hair in your strong fist and kiss me dizzy. Instead, you slide into me easily and beautifully, because I’m wet and I’m already so close, your mouth brought me there, your fingers got me there, and now I’ve got your cock inside me and it’s beautiful, the way you slide in and our bodies meet and line up and your lips are nonstop against mine. This is how it should have been, just like this, your cock moving perfectly, gliding in and out, hitting me just right. You brace yourself on one hand and fit the other between us and finger my clit as you fuck me, and that’s all it takes, foreplay to put me on the edge and your mouth on mine and your fingers on my throbbing clit and your cock inside me, thrusting, hitting my G-spot with that gentle curve of your cock.

  God, god, god, the orgasm is a shuddering series of gasps as heat blasts through me and pleasure seizes me and you fuck me through it, waiting, waiting, waiting until I’ve come.

  And when I reach up and cup your jaw with my palm and bite your lip, when I whisper—come for me, now, Charlie—you pull out of me and flip me over onto my hands and knees and drive into me from behind. Your hands grip my ass and you slam in, hard and rough, and you fuck me with abandon, and I scream through it because it feels so goddamn good to have you fuck me like this, my orgasm making me so wild and hypersensitive and needy that I—I—come again, and then you grunt and squeeze my ass cheeks so hard it hurts and slam in, pull out, and I hear those desperate grunts you make when you’re about to release. Cum splashes onto my ass, and you groan through it, spurting a thick, tacky, hot pool of seed onto my flesh, sliding down between the heavy globes—