by Selena Kitt
I moved my hands to the top of my girlfriend’s thighs and pulled her down onto my mouth. I buried my face in her and took the folds of her pussy into my mouth to be sucked and licked, moving back and forth between them and occasionally pausing for breath. After what seemed a very short time I started to feel the tightening of Gena’s strong legs and staccato breathing that experience had taught me was a precursor to Gena’s orgasm. I lifted my head to lean in toward the top of her cunt and sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. I felt her muscles spasm and heard the loud half-gasp half-sigh that I associated with Gena’s release. Her legs went stiff and she lifted herself slightly but I pulled her back down hard against my face and continued to attack her.
I knew that Gena sometimes became so sensitive right after cumming that it could actually be painful if I was too aggressive. I quit concentrating directly on the knob under her little hood but continued to lick hard around it and to noisily slurp her lips into my mouth to be sucked and gently nibbled. I was rewarded as her movements continued and thought that maybe…yes! I could feel it. I kept my face buried as her thighs squeezed hard on the sides of my chin and I felt more than heard her give out three or four sounds that were almost small high-pitched screams. Her legs squeezed me tighter now and suddenly she bucked her hips against me and I was no longer in control. She ground her pussy hard into my mouth and fucked my face wildly for a few moments. It was all I could do to grab a few hard won breaths.
The sights and sounds in front of her must have inspired Sandy, for I felt her back arch to drive her hips down hard against me and I heard again the series of high pitched air gulping gasps. It was more drawn out this time and as they began to subside I felt Sandy settle her hip rocking into a quick steady motion. I suspected her intent, and as Gena lifted away from me and allowed herself to collapse on the quilt beside us my suspicions were confirmed.
Sandy was staring into my eyes and as Gena slipped aside she leaned down to kiss me, thrusting her tongue hard into my mouth. I returned the French kiss with enthusiasm, although my jaws and mouth were beginning to feel a bit sore. I had a little spot on the bottom of my tongue where it felt like I might have cut myself against my own teeth.
My hands slipped down to grasp the twin globes of Sandy’s ass and I added my own urgency to the rhythm she was building. I began to lift my hips to meet hers and the urgency began to build as I focused on my own pleasure for the moment. Sandy lay forward onto my chest and let me pound into her. After a few moments she began to kiss my chest and neck and her breathing began to quicken once again. Despite the signs that I might be able to push her over the edge again, I knew that this time there was no way I could deny the explosion I felt building.
Sandy smiled and propped herself up on her arms over me and then did something inside. It felt like she had grabbed me harder, and the extra tightness was more than I could stand. The muscles in my legs shot straight out and locked and the first spurt of my cum pulsed into her. Sandy gave a slight gasp and moved forward and then cum was arching into the air above her and landing on her back. Gena began to laugh; it seemed to me I had shot half my body weight onto Sandy’s ass and back.
My eyes closed as a series of small shivers ran down my body. Sandy kissed me gently around my lips and cheeks and I opened my eyes to look deep into the blue eyes of the girl I had dreamed about doing this to for months. Sandy had no words, she just smiled, and I knew she was thinking pretty much the same thing.
Meanwhile, Gena had a fit of the giggles next to us. “Oh, Lance, it’s even in her hair! We may have to clean the ceiling! That was awesome! But I think a shower is in order. Why did you pull out? Sandy has her diaphragm in, I watched her do it.”
“I didn’t,” I answered, a little confused, “I wasn’t capable of even thinking about it right then.”
“No,” said Sandy, “I did it. I wanted to feel it. I always like to feel it on my skin. I don’t know why, it just feels exciting, kind of slutty. I especially like it on my face and tits, but there was no time for that.” I’m not sure how it was possible for someone who had just done the things she had to feel that embarrassed about a little thing, but Sandy, who I had never been able to make blush, was bright red.
“Oh baby,” said Gena, leaning over to give Sandy a peck on the lips and then adding a quick one for me, “Don’t be like that. It was incredibly hot to watch. Maybe later you can show me the pearl necklace bit. If Lance hasn’t recovered, I’m sure we can find a willing guy at the club.”
“That’s it, you’re getting spanked!” I squirmed out from under a surprised Sandy and made a grab for my mischievous partner in crime. Gena had the advantage of being halfway to her feet and easily avoided my lunge while sticking her tongue out at me.
“All right, you two!” Sandy climbed to her feet and took each of us by the hand to lead us towards the hallway. “First, let’s share a shower. Then, strawberries and champagne. Then, I want to see Gena get fucked. We have all night and this is only a beginning.”
Arm in arm we started towards the bathroom in the hallway.
“Lance, Sandy,” said Gena in a faux deep voice, “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
“Bitch!” I screamed and leapt after her already running and laughing figure, “You stole my line!”
Behind us, Sandy just smiled and wondered what she had gotten herself into.
About Will Belegon
Will Belegon began writing erotica as an exploration of his more primal side. He found the combination of his overactive imagination with his love of poetry and prose to be a good fit for the genre. Throw in his love of moonlit beaches and first kisses, and words began to flow.
The validation came when other people liked what he wrote. So he wrote more, and found that he enjoyed the attention. When someone suggested he might actually get paid to write, the notion seemed too wild to consider. Yet fortune is said to favor the bold.
Will received Literotica.com’s Readers Choice Award for the Best Erotic Couplings Story of 2004, and his character of MacCailein Mor in The Interrogation at that site has been nominated as the Sexiest Male Character for 2005. Will has also shown versatility within erotica by receiving monthly category nominations at Literotica in multiple sub-categories.
Will has also contributed both stories and poetry to the Coming Together anthology series, the proceeds of which are donated to charitable and free speech organizations.
Switch is Will's fourth collaboration with Phaze author Alessia Brio, but the first to be published professionally.
DREAM LOVERS
By Dakota Trace
Prologue
Ganaoque, Ontario, 2008
The last thing Pajackok “Jack” Runningwater and his cousin Ragtow were expecting to see come out of the mighty St. Lawrence River was a waterlogged Indian woman wearing period clothing from the early 1800’s. They’d come out to the old homestead on the edge of the reservation to assure everything was locked down tight for the winter.
But they both rushed forward to help the wet woman.
“Are you okay?” Ragtow took one arm while Jack helped guide the trembling woman onto more solid ground. Over her head they exchanged glances. Could this be the woman they’d been told would come? Achak, their spiritual advisor, had warned them their souls would never be at peace until they found their woman, the one who’d renew their bloodline. He’d said not only did the men needed her for balance—so did their people.
“Thank thou. Thou are most kind.” The soft sounding voice seemed at odds with the slender woman. Finally Ragtow couldn’t wait any longer. He had to know.
“Did the Great Spirit send you to us?”
Lifting her head, Orenda gazed at both of them. “No. I’m here for other reasons, but I bring you news and a prophesy. She who is for you both shall come. Be patient.”
Both men swore as the woman collapsed between them.
Chapter One
Northern New York Territor
y, 1816
They came to her in a dream. Standing in the opening of an unfamiliar longhouse, their shadows stood as if awaiting her acknowledgement. Pushing back the furs which had kept her warm throughout the cold Canadian night, she left the pallet assuming the two men were in need of the healer. The war between the colonies and England had been vicious. But her people had been favored when, after the war, George Washington had granted her people, The Onieda, the tract of land in New York State lying next to the border with Canada, for their help during the war. Although the War of 1812 had finally ended last year, it wasn’t uncommon to have injured seamen arrive seeking medical help from her. All knew the Onieda would help if the need arose.
Despite the unfamiliarity of her surroundings, her instinctive need to heal ruled her. She ignored her surroundings as she pulled on her buckskin coat over her long flannel nightgown and stomped her feet into her beat-up low-heeled boots. They’d been a gift from a thankful soldier the past winter and they kept her feet much warmer than anything else she’d worn. She glanced longingly at the soft moccasins next to them, but practicality told her the boots were a better choice for trudging through the snow. When she did look up, everything seemed eerily familiar even though she’d never been inside a longhouse in her life. It was definitely not the same as the rushes and bark covered wigwam she’d grown up in.
“Are thou in need of a healer?” Deftly parting and braiding her hair, she was unaware of their closeness until they were upon her. Her half-braided hair fell from her fingers as surprise flowed over her. They were not Iroquois nor were they white men—they were Algonquin.
“We need you.” The taller of the two stepped forward and placed his hands on her coat. Her protest caught in her throat as it slipped off her shoulders at his gentle urging. He leaned forward and inhaled sharply. “You smell of fruit, ma puissance, and good enough to eat.”
She barely had time to notice the beautiful porcupine roach dangling from one of his braids as his dark eyes filled with desire before his mouth covered hers. All thoughts of protest flew out of her head as his firm lips brushed across hers. Nerve endings sizzled and came to life. She felt as if she’d been surrounded by pure strength as he effortlessly held her in his arms. The lean length of his body against hers had her trembling with need. When his tongue traced over the seam of her lips, she parted them without much thought, eager to taste the strength under her hands. She’d barely had time to savor the touch of his tongue against hers before the other man interrupted them.
“You’ve had your taste, Jack. It’s now my turn.” He easily pulled her out of his rival’s arms and into his. She had a glimpse of free-flowing hair and another pair of needy eyes before his mouth covered hers. Her eyes closed as pure pleasure, instead of decreasing at the switch, built even higher. What was happening to her?
“So little patience, Ragtow.” The sound of Pajackok’s amused voice barely penetrated the sensual fog surrounding her.
Now pressed against Ragtow, she could tell he wasn’t as tall the first man and was broad where the other man was lean. While both were strong, the second man set her on fire as his lips nibbled and nipped at her lips until she parted her lips for his tongue. How could she be attracted to two entirely different men?
As if he could hear her thoughts, the man called ‘Jack’ answered her. “We’re two sides of the same coin, ma puissance. You are supposed to hunger for both of us. You will make us all complete.”
The heat of his body against her back had her pushing closer to the man kissing her. Her beliefs about monogamy were falling under the hungers of her newly awakened flesh. Her body cared less about the idea ‘being shared with two men’ should be considered shameful. A moan of surrender escaped her as Pajackok followed her and pressed her tightly between him and the other man. Her body was electrified and she couldn’t help but think how it felt as if she finally was someone’s beloved.
“Of course it’s right.” The second man had lifted his head and was busy unbraiding her half fastened braid. “It is a sin to restrain your crowning glory. You’ve the most beautiful hair.” She couldn’t help but stare as he lifted a handful of hair to his nose and inhaled. “He’s right, you do smell of fruit. How do you do this, ma tranquillité?”
“It’s from a sacred oil my mother created.” Her words died in her throat as her flannel gown fell to her feet. While she’d been distracted by the man in front of her, Jack had freed the buttons running down the front of her gown and it now pooled at her feet, leaving her standing naked in front of two lustily fully aroused men. She could feel his erection pressed against her lower back and it would’ve taken a blind woman to miss the distinctive bulge in the other man’s breeches. Her unease rose at the reality of being with both of these men.
“Shh, Rowtag and I won’t hurt you. We simply want to pleasure you. You are selfless and take care of everyone else. Let us take care of you.”
A gasp escaped her as his lips settled on her shoulder while his fingertips traced down her spine to her slender hips. Her head tipped back as the man in front of her, this Rowtag, ran his mouth down the slender column of her neck. She could feel the tickle of his loose hair brushing against her skin as he lowered himself into a crouch. Fire trailed behind his lips as they ran down the slope of her chest to finally settle between her trembling breasts. The kiss he placed on her breastbone had her breath catching as her hands moved to cradle his dark head. A needy moan tumbled from her parted lips when his hands cupped the underside of her breasts, supporting their firm weight on his palms. She leaned back on Jack without thought as Ragtow’s head turned and he scattered ‘open mouth’ kisses across the inner swells of her aching mounds before finally settling on one hardened nipple. The rake of his teeth followed by the moist suction of his lips and tongue had her arching back against the strong man behind her. Her breath caught before she moaned again.
“Oui, ma puissance, take your pleasure.” The huskiness of Jack’s voice washed over her and had her longing to turn in his arms so she could kiss him. The pure wantonness of her own actions would’ve surprised her if she’d been thinking clearly. Without thinking she turned and pressed her lips against the column of his throat. A groan ripped free of him, washed over her and she soon found herself flat on her back amongst the furs on her low pallet next to the fire pit with two hungry men kneeling on either side of her. Her head was swimming and she wasn’t sure how she’d gotten in such a position. A gut wrenching moan filled the room as Pajackok had taken Ragtow’s place at her breasts and continued to nurse at her hard nipples. She was vaguely surprised to realize the erotic sound came from her.
The feel of a wet mouth against her inner thigh had her trying to snap her legs closed. The male body wedged between them kept her from completely closing them. He continued to kiss and excite her virginal folds.
“Nay, I cannot do this.” Her protest sounded weak even to her own ears.
“Why do you say this, ma tranqullité? You were meant for us as we are for you.” Ragtow lifted his head from his position between her thighs, his lips swollen from her earlier kisses and wet with her young juices.
“Thou cannot want to share me. ‘Tis not natural.”
Gentle hands squeezed her thighs. “It’s as natural as breathing, ma tranqililité.”
She shook her head in denial even as he once more lowered his head with his tongue extended. Her gaze locked on his and she found she couldn’t look away. Her eyes acknowledged his passion and pleasure in her body.
“Oh, yes, ma puissance, watch him pleasure you. Let us make you feel good.” Jack’s hoarse plea was whispered against her ear, as he held her with one arm wrapped around her shoulders, and they both watched as Ragtow slowly licked her soft folds in welcome before finding the hard little nub hidden within. Jack’s hand returned to her upturned breasts and took turns teasing each nipple. Her pleasure shot from them to her lower quivering sex.
A harsh intake of breath was her reaction when she felt the heat of Rag
tow’s tongue wash over a spot so sensitive the pleasure bordered on pain. “What is thou doing to me?” Her thighs began to tremble as she looked up into the warmly dark eyes of the man holding her.
“Come for us, Onatah. Give us your pleasure.” He whispered the words against her mouth before sliding two fingers deep inside of her. A harsh groan filled her throat when her untried flesh stretched slowly inside her. Jack ripped his mouth away from hers. “Make her come, Ragtow, now, so I can have my turn.” His voice harsh, he encouraged the man feasting between their lover’s thighs. A muffled groan was Ragtow’s reply. The extra vibration had Onatah digging her fingers into Jack’s arms.
“I’m scared…what arst thou doing to me?” Her repeated question held a panicked note.
“Don’t be scared. Let go. We’ll catch you.” His words were whispered against the shell of her ear before his tongue dipped inside.
“Aaa-yeee!” Her hips surged upwards as the loud slurping noises filled the air. Pleasure stronger than anything she’d ever felt before poured over her. When it finally eased, she sagged back against the arm Jack had kept around her, while Ragtow continued to lap slowly at the juices covering her thighs.
“Delicious.” His voice was hoarse.
“Move!” Jack’s order allowed no refusal. Rolling away from her, Ragtow took her from Jack’s arms. Lying on his back, Jack waited for Ragtow to lower her over his reclining body. He jerked and his breath hissed out of his throat when her damp folds brushed over the stretched denim of his pants. His hands gripped her hips and rocked her against him. She whimpered when his hand pressed between their bodies. She whimpered again when she realized he was trying to free his sex. Despite her untried state, as a healer she knew the pleasure she’d felt earlier would be stronger with either of these men buried inside of her willing body.
