The Mammoth Book of Threesomes and Moresomes

by Linda Alvarez

  “It would be good for all of us.” He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh.

  “Stop it.” She pushed him away. “What if someone catches us?”

  “So what if they do?” His voice sounded guttural in the cavernous space. “Besides, I know how much you always wanted a ride in the fire truck.” He reached a muscular arm up and opened the door. Before Liz could protest, he lifted her on to the seat and, in a movement befitting a magician, he slid her knickers off and let them drop to the floor board.

  “What the hell are you—” Her protest died in her throat with a gasp as he pushed her skirt up and buried himself face deep in her pussy. Liz suddenly didn’t care where they were, or who might be watching, as long as his tongue and her clit were getting on so deliciously. She had lost her Manolos when he hoisted her into the truck, so she rested bare feet on his shoulders and arched her back until he could slide his hands under her to knead and stroke her bum. He manoeuvred until one thumb circled her arsehole, increasing in pressure as it homed in on the centre and began to push in and out gently, yet hard enough to make her rock back and forth against him, willing him to probe deeper, and when he obliged, she came, bucking and bouncing against the seat. His breath was hot against her inner lips as he nibbled and licked. He stopped his magical tongue dance long enough to pant. “I promise you, Lizzie, you’ll be well compensated for this little shoot. In fact, we thought we’d give you a bonus right up front.”

  Just then the door on the other side of the truck burst open and she squealed with surprise. She just managed to make out Ben Clark’s face before he laid an upside-down kiss on her that sent more heat down to her slit, which was doing its best to return Ian’s kisses.

  Ben and Ian had been best friends for years. With his corn silk hair and silver blue eyes, Ben was the white hot to Ian’s dark and steamy. He was taller, leaner of build, with muscles that rippled like flowing water. Ian knew that she lusted for his friend. She’d even made offhand comments about what a great threesome they’d make, but she never thought he’d take her seriously.

  Ben spoke, coming up for breath. “We’ll make sure you’re well compensated for your efforts.” She didn’t protest as he pulled her vest off over her head and shoved at her bra working his way towards her nipples.

  “And there’ll be regular bonuses for work well done.” Ian gave her a wicked grin just before stepping on to the running board and pushing into her slippery pussy.

  Ben slid out of a pair of athletic shorts, which appeared to be the only thing he was wearing. She gasped at the size of his heavy penis. It was even bigger and thicker than she’d imagined. He took her open mouth as an invitation, sliding in and out of her suckling lips carefully until he was sure she could handle his equipment. Then he slid his index and middle finger into his mouth, and when they were slick and glistening with his saliva, he arched his beautifully sculpted torso over her to stroke and circle her clit.

  “It tastes as good as it looks,” Ian said, pulling out long enough to give his friend a chance to suckle her pouting lips, while he watched, stroking his cock.

  The thought of Ben’s tongue where Ian’s penis had been only seconds before was too much, and Liz came again, uttering a muffled cry around Ben’s erection. Then Ben gave way and Ian slid his cock back inside her, this time inserting two fingers into her backside, moving them with a gentle stretching motion. The sensation sent more shock waves of pleasure across her vulva. She tightened her grip on both cock and fingers and heard Ian grunt in response. As he inserted yet another finger, he gave Ben the nod.

  Ben pulled his cock from her mouth and crawled in behind her, easing her up off the seat, first her head, then shoulders, until his muscular thighs were splayed around her, and his penis, still wet with her saliva, pressed against her back. For a delicious few seconds, he lingered there, cupping her breasts from behind, tweaking her swollen nipples.

  Then Ian lifted her upwards and towards him, further on to his cock, his fingers still stretching her pucker hole. Another nod between the two men, and Ian removed his fingers, but held her arse cheeks splayed as Ben positioned himself. She held her breath. Fantasy was about to become reality. Someone’s fingers spread her juices to lubricate her anus, then Ben carefully pressed into her.

  “That’s it, just relax, Liz.” His voice came in harsh little gasps as he exercised exquisite control. “This is gonna feel so good. Just a little more, that’s it. I’m almost in.” He grunted, gave a little push, and he was fully inside.

  A brief flash of panic quickly gave way to intense pleasure laced with just enough discomfort to be exciting. The two men quickly found their rhythm. Liz gripped them both in a haze of heat. Probing tongues and groping hands only enhanced the relentless, delicious pounding between her legs and up her arse. Their passion rose until she was sure the whole fire truck would tip over as she was hammered and pumped. And when she could take it no longer, there was an explosion of light behind her closed eyes that matched the explosion in her pussy, then she was gripped from both sides in a bone-crunching embrace as both men came.

  When the three of them began to breathe again, she spoke. “You win. I’ll do the bloody calendar. But this—” she gave both of their cocks a stroke “—is just the down payment. I don’t work cheap.’’ She was sliding her knickers up over her hips when there was a noise of something being knocked over. They all jumped, and turned just in time to catch a flash of red hair and a slender body disappearing out the side door.

  “Bloody hell, was that your intern?” Ian asked.

  “If it was she definitely got her virgin eyes full,” Ben said. “Has she ever even seen a cock?”

  “She has now.” Liz watched Ben wrestling his penis back in his jeans.

  He chuckled. “Must have been frightening for her seeing the monster in action.”

  Teri Dalton was from a conservative, well-moneyed family in Texas. Against her father’s better judgment, her aunt had paid for her to take an internship in the heathen wilds of London so she could see a bit of the world she’d been sheltered from. Liz had taken her on in spite of her puritan upbringing because she was a good photographer. Ian and Ben had an ongoing bet as to whether she was a virgin.

  “I told her she didn’t have to help with this shoot since it might be uncomfortable for her. I wonder why she was here.”

  “You didn’t tell me you were doing porn.” The intern forced a brittle laugh as she clanked two mugs on the break-room table and slapped tea bags in them. Before Liz could respond, she continued, “The dark-haired one, the one who was . . . giving you oral sex,” she spoke the words through barely parted lips, “he’s your boyfriend?”

  “Wait a minute, Teri. How long were you there anyway?”

  Her face turned as red as her hair. “No one was there, and I was about to leave when I saw you two.”

  Liz couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “You naughty girl. You didn’t want to leave, did you?”

  “Please don’t tease me. It’s not funny.” Just then the kettle shut off, and Teri busied herself making tea. Liz was struck again by how sexy she was. She was shorter than Liz, and she was curvy, with high full breasts and a mounded backside that filled her jeans to perfection. Today she wore a summer skirt and the silky fabric of her red vest barely disguised nipples and areolae at full salute.

  When she finally spoke, her voice trembled. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have watched.”

  “Why not? I would have.” Liz pushed the girl’s hair behind her ears, admiring her yummy green eyes. “Did you masturbate while you watched?”

  The intern stepped back and straightened herself. “I would never. I’ve never touched myself.”

  Liz held her gaze. “Then you’ve never come.”

  Teri’s full lips quivered.

  “Teri, are you a virgin?”

  “I was taught to save myself for my husband. That’s what my parents expect.” She forced herself to meet Liz’s gaze, and her eyes filled. “But I’m not so
sure any more. What if I never get married? What if I die not knowing . . . what it feels like?” The girl burst into tears and threw her arms around Liz’s neck. “It looked so exciting, the way they touched you, and you were all so—” she choked back a sob ‘—so hot. I just don’t know any more.”

  Liz patted her back and tried not to notice the press of the girl’s breasts against hers. In her distress, Teri wriggled closer and began stroking Liz’s arm solicitously.

  “You came, didn’t you? You came lots.” The stroking against Liz’s arm became a caress.

  “Yes. And I’m sure you’ll find—”

  Liz’s words were lost against Teri’s lips. The total surprise of the kiss was quickly mitigated by the warmth of those full, pouty lips. The girl may have never come, but she sure as hell knew how to snog. If the kiss was a shock, what happened next was even more so.

  Teri’s breath was a wisp against Liz’s mouth as she spoke. “Show me.”

  “What?”

  “Last night I wanted to be you, but I wanted to be the guys too and touch you like they did.”

  “Teri, you need to think about this, you need to understand—”

  “I’m an adult, Liz, and I know what I want. I want to enjoy sex like you do without someone telling me it’s wrong.” Teri’s hand slid from Liz’s shoulder to just above her breast.

  It made sense. If anyone could teach a woman how to come, who better than someone who knew exactly what felt best? Who better than another woman?

  “Please, Liz. Please can I see you down there.” She brought her hand to rest fully on Liz’s breast.

  In the back room where the camera was set up for portraits, Liz led Teri to a sofa.

  She slipped out of her panties and sat down, feeling the cool leather on her bare bottom. Teri knelt in front of her, eyes bright, pupils dilated. Then she awkwardly shoved at Liz’s skirt like a child unwrapping a pressie, and Liz opened her legs to the intern’s gaze.

  “You’re like a flower,” the girl gasped

  She sat for a long time letting Teri admire her pussy, then she led her to the long mirror used for last-minute touch-ups before portraits. “Now, take off your knickers.”

  The intern nearly hyperventilated. “I can’t.”

  Liz moved in front of her. “Don’t be shy. Just relax.” She ran trembling hands up under the intern’s skirt. There was no protest. “That’s right. That’s a good girl.”

  Teri breathed a childlike sigh as Liz slid panties over the roundness of her arse cheeks and down silken thighs. Then she parked her on a stool in front of the mirror and pushed up the girl’s skirt, holding her breath, feeling the anticipation tingling down through her own cunt.

  “Open your legs for me,” she said soothingly. “We’re going to look at your pussy together.” Once she had exposed Teri’s neatly trimmed muff, she moved so they could both see the view. Teri opened her legs and shifted her hips and her pouting cunny was displayed like ripe fruit ready for the eating. Liz whispered, “Makes me want to touch you.” She caught Teri’s entranced gaze in the mirror. “You must want to touch too.”

  “I wanted to last night, but I didn’t know what to do.”

  “I’ll show you,” Liz whispered. “It’ll feel so good.”

  Liz guided Teri on to the floor and into a pile of cushions she used for shoots. Then she positioned herself so they could both see the other’s pussy. “Your fingers are your best friends,” Liz breathed. She fingered her own slippery pout, making tight circles over and around her charged clit. She heard the resulting gasp, but Teri didn’t touch herself. She still needed some coaxing.

  “Your clit is lovely, Teri, – so full and round.” Liz leaned forwards and slid her fingers over the intern’s pussy. “You’re so swollen and slick. You need to come so bad, don’t you, hon?” While Teri squirmed against her fingers, Liz opened her blouse and freed her aching breasts, cupping and kneading herself with one hand while stroking Teri’s cunt with the other. “Play with your tits, Teri. A great sex toy – breasts. I play with mine often. And you should yours too.”

  Teri obliged. Her nipples were large and pink set against stiffening areolae that rose to the stroking and pinching of her fingers.

  Liz began stroking her own pussy, mirroring what she was doing to Teri. “It feels nice, what I’m doing to you, doesn’t it?”

  Eyes glued to Liz’s cunt, Teri nodded and gasped, bearing down against Liz’s hand.

  “Good.” Liz took her hand away. “Now you do it. Go on. Trust me, you’ll know exactly what feels good for you.”

  Teri needed to come too badly to refuse Liz’s advice. Soon her own fingers circled her slippery clit. No doubt she’d have rug burns tomorrow the way she bucked and writhed. Then she began to pant. “I think I’m coming, I think . . . Oh God!” She arched against the cushions and convulsed, breasts heaving, legs straining.

  Liz could see the spasming muscles of Teri’s slit, just as her own explosion spread like a flash fire, and then she had an idea.

  There was no answer that evening at Ian’s door. He was expecting Liz, but maybe he was showering. They had always managed to stay friends whether they were dating or just fuck buddies, so they both kept keys to each other’s flat.

  Anxious to tell Ian her idea, Liz unlocked the door and stepped inside. The shower wasn’t running. She was about to call out when grunts and moans coming from the bedroom made her stop. It wasn’t the first time Ian had fucked another woman, though it had been a while. They had an open relationship and had gotten past jealousy long ago. She was just turning to go, planning to call him later, when she stopped in her tracks. She was very familiar with Ian’s sex sounds, but the other sounds were also distinctly male.

  Holding her breath, she tiptoed down the hall closer to the sounds of heat. She could hear heavy breathing then soft laughter and an occasional muttered curse. As she peeked around the open bedroom door she recognized the sex sounds of the second male. She’d heard them just the other night in the front seat of the fire truck. Sure enough, Ben sat naked on the edge of the bed. Ian knelt in front of him deep-throating his best friend’s cock. With one hand, he gently kneaded Ben’s balls, while the other slid up and down the length of his own erection.

  She watched in aroused fascination, wondering how the hell Ian could get so much of Ben’s monster cock into his mouth.

  For a second, she desperately wished she had a camera. The hard planes of male flesh, the contrast of pale and dark, the textures of pubic curls against smooth straining penises would have made for a phenomenal photo.

  Ben’s fingers were curled in Ian’s hair. He watched, through half-closed eyes, as Ian took more and more of him into his mouth. With each suckling and tonguing of his penis, Ben’s face contorted in that wonderful look in which pleasure and pain meet and become one. On the bedside table were a half-empty bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, two glasses, several condoms and an open tube of lube.

  They had been naked together in the fire truck, but Liz was sandwiched between them, preventing any embarrassing male-on-male contact. But now, even she had to admit, the sight of hard male muscle straining so intimately against more hard male muscle was both exciting and touching. The two blokes had been best friends for ever, but until this moment, she had no idea they were more than that. For a second, she felt hurt. She thought she and Ian had gotten past the need to keep secrets. Knowing her so well, he couldn’t have possibly thought she’d think less of him.

  Most of her girl friends admitted they had at least fantasized about sex with other women. Liz had always felt that it was neurotic of men to fear what she saw as their natural attraction to each other. She shouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ben and Ian were two of the least neurotic people she knew. She wondered if the two had been doing each other while they made plans to sandwich her.

  As she watched, Ben guided Ian to stand before him and the roles were reversed, as Ben took Ian’s cock into his mouth, his arms sliding around to caress and cup the m
agnificent arse cheeks with which Liz was so familiar. Then he slid exploring fingers to the cleft in between, stroking and pressing until Ian shivered and moaned. Ian had always liked his anus stimulated when they made love, but then so did she.

  Her back hole clenched and her pussy twitched at the memory of having the same thing done to her so recently. Very carefully she lifted her skirt and eased her hand down into her knickers. The slick warmth grabbed at her stroking fingers as her pussy muscles tensed as she watched.

  Without losing his considerable rhythm, Ben reached for the lube on the nightstand, and when his fingers were slippery, he began stroking and stretching and thrusting, causing Ian’s arsehole to clench and expand against his probings until Ian found his own rhythm, thrusting first against Ben’s mouth, then back on to his fingers.

  “I can’t stand much more.” Ian’s voice was breathless at the back of his throat. He pushed his friend away from his cock and took his mouth with a hard, probing kiss, as he reached for a condom, which he expertly slipped on to Ben’s anxious cock. Then he turned and bent over the bed, offering Liz a perfect view of his gorgeous backside.

  Liz forced herself to stillness lest she come before she was ready. She wanted to make it last.

  “Not like that,” Ben said. “I want you in bed.”

  The two men tumbled back on to the bed. Ian positioned himself on his stomach with his arse and hips raised, Ben panting behind him.

  “I need your cock. I need to come now,” Ian gasped, holding himself open while Ben pressed the head of his penis home. The ease with which they worked together told Liz this was not their first time. “Oh fuck, that’s good,” Ian moaned as he bucked backwards against Ben’s thrusting.