Lips Like Sugar

by Violet Blue

  “You don’t object if Sarah helps me to relax?” asked Max.

  “No! No, of course not,” stammered Alison, her eyes transfixed by the hand that was moving up and down beneath the fabric of Max’s trousers. Once or twice she thought she caught a glimpse of flesh and her heart jumped. A familiar wetness began to form in the gusset of her panties and she felt a flutter in her breast. Hardly aware of what she was doing, she leaned forward slightly, her mouth hanging open a bit and her eyes wide with curiosity. Her face began to burn and she was sure that she must be blushing, but even so she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She was appalled—and yet she was fascinated. She wanted them to stop doing what they were doing—and yet if they had stopped she would have been more disappointed than she had ever been in her life.

  Sarah’s fingers kept moving and Max began to groan with pleasure. He squirmed on the seat and his eyes were dark with passion. His hand moved to his waistband and a moment later he had undone the button of his trousers, so that they opened wide, revealing navy-blue underpants. Still Sarah rubbed and caressed him and as Alison watched, the tip of his penis began to appear between the folds of his zip. She gasped as she feasted her eyes on the shiny, bulbous end, which moved through Sarah’s fingers as easily as if it had been oiled. As the foreskin slid up and down he began to moan.

  “Not so fast, Sarah. Slow down. Maybe you should stop doing this. What will Alison think?”

  “I don’t know,” replied Sarah. “What do you think, Alison?”

  “I think that’s one of the best cocks I’ve seen for a long time,” she whispered. Abruptly Sarah stopped stroking it and stood up.

  “Then you’d better see it really doing its job,” she said, undoing the tiny mother-of-pearl buttons of her blouse. The silky fabric fell open, revealing a black lace deep-plunging bra. She moved her fingers to the front and pressed between her breasts. It was a front-fastening bra and it opened immediately so that her full breasts tumbled forward. With both hands she began to stroke them gently, her eyes never leaving Alison’s face.

  “Do you like my breasts, Alison?” she asked. “Max does, don’t you, Max?”

  Max nodded and sat up on the seat, reaching both hands from behind her and beginning to stroke the hardened nipples. Alison stared as they grew even harder, and watched as Max began to squeeze them gently between his fingers, pulling them until they stood out like organ-stops, dark rose against her white skin. She began to moan as pleasure mingled with the pain of his squeezing fingers.

  Sarah moved her hands down to her hips and slid her skirt up above her hips to her waist. Alison stared. She wasn’t wearing any panties—just a black suspender belt and sheer lacy-top black stockings. Her mound of blonde pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and formed a perfect triangle over her sex. Still facing Alison she raised one leg so that her thighs straddled Max. As she did so Alison caught a glimpse of her crimson slit, wet as her own, now that she was moments away from sex.

  “Touch me, Max,” she ordered, still looking at Alison. Max’s fingers appeared between Sarah’s legs and began to rub up and down the slit, parting the labia and hesitating on the little crimson pearl at the top. “Yes—that’s right,” she whispered. “Just there, Max—you’ve found it. You always find it.” She sighed as the fingers pressed harder and Alison leaned forward so that her face was no more than a foot away from Sarah’s moist cunt. Then without warning Sarah sat down abruptly on Max’s cock, plunging it deeply inside her with a strangled cry of pleasure.

  “You’re so big, Max!” she cried. “Give it to me! Give it to me hard!”

  Max jerked his hips up and down and Alison, unable to resist, kneeled on the floor of the compartment, easing herself between Max’s knees until her face was an inch away from Sarah’s vagina. She stared in fascination as the long shaft slid in and out of her cunt, which pulled the skin so that it seemed to grasp the glistening penis like a rubber glove. She heard the sucking noise it made and she smelled the musky odor of Sarah’s cunt, and her senses reeled.

  “Show me your cunt,” gasped Max to Alison, moving his head slightly to the side so that he could get a better view of the girl on the floor. “Open your legs wide and let me see it while I’m fucking Sarah.”

  Alison slid her skirt up to her waist and pulled down the ivory lace panties that she was wearing, easing them over her knees and sitting back to remove them completely. She opened her legs and Max gasped.

  “Give them to me,” ordered Max, pointing to the panties that she held in her hand, and she handed them over, her eyes still fixed on the thrusting penis as it slithered in and out of Sarah like a snake. He took them in his right hand and pressed them to his nostrils.

  “Mm! Delicious,” he whispered. “You’d love these, Sarah. Here, smell them.” He passed them to Sarah, who held them to her nose and inhaled deeply before beginning to bounce up and down even more frantically. Her breasts danced wildly and the nipples had grown enormous. Tentatively Alison held out a finger and began to stroke them. She had never touched a woman’s breasts before and it felt strange—unusual but erotic. She could imagine exactly what Sarah was feeling as she tweaked the ends of the nipples and stroked the firm orbs in exactly the way that she loved having her own breasts stroked.

  “Oh, yes, Alison. That’s wonderful,” breathed Sarah.

  Then Alison moved her finger down toward the thrusting cock and she began to stroke the shaft as it slid in and out of Sarah’s cunt. It was slippery with her juices and she encircled it with her fingers, feeling the hot, fleshy folds of Sarah’s labia press against them each time her buttocks rammed against the base of the cock.

  “Touch my clit,” ordered Sarah, and Alison released the cock. She parted the labia and felt around. She had never touched a woman’s clit before, though she knew exactly where to find it. The crimson pearl swelled under her fingers and she pressed hard. Sarah began to move frantically on the cock and her breathing became more and more rapid as she started to orgasm.

  “That’s it! Hard! Both of you! Hard. Yes! YES!”

  A moment later she collapsed on Max’s knees, leaning forward so that her hair brushed Alison’s face. “Oh god,” she moaned. “That was fantastic.”

  She rose and the cock slid out of her. Alison stared at it in fascination, noticing that it was still rock hard. How she wanted it! She sat on the floor between Max’s legs and began to slide her fingers in and out of her own slippery vagina. Sarah moved behind her and kneeled down, wrapping her arms around her and moving her hands over her breasts. Slowly she began to undo the buttons of Alison’s blouse, and as Max watched she slipped it over her shoulders and undid the ivory lace bra at the back. Then, when her full breasts were exposed, she began to knead at the skin, pulling at the nipples the way Max had pulled at hers earlier. Alison moaned with pleasure and her fingers delved further into her own cunt. She had masturbated many times before but this was more intense than anything that she had ever daydreamed about.

  “Lie back,” ordered Max, slipping his shoes, socks, and trousers off and kneeling on the floor of the compartment. Sarah moved back and rested her back against the seat, opening her legs wide and allowing Alison to slide against her, so that she lay with her back resting against Sarah’s belly. At the base of her spine she felt Sarah’s pubic hair tickling her lower back and she shivered. Still the long fingers caressed her breasts and Alison opened her legs wide again to let Max see her sex properly.

  “Gorgeous cunt! It’s so beautiful. So wet and swollen,” he breathed.

  “Lick it,” said Sarah. “Let me watch you lick her cunt.” Alison moaned and strained her hips toward Max’s face. He bent down and began to lick the slit from top to bottom in long, slow moves, his tongue teasing the clit before snaking down to the opening of her vagina.

  “Now kiss me!” cried Sarah. “I want to taste her on your mouth. Give me your tongue—now!” Max raised his head and moved his face toward Sarah’s, his tongue out and wet with Alison’s juices. He plunged it into S
arah’s mouth and she sucked it greedily.

  “It tastes delicious,” she said. “Give me more.”

  “Come and get it yourself,” suggested Max, and Sarah eased herself out from behind Alison’s trembling body. She moved round to face her and bent her head to suck Max’s cock for a moment.

  “I want to compare your taste to mine,” she murmured before lying flat on the floor, level with Alison’s soaking cunt. Her tongue flicked between the folds of skin and she began to caress the dark curly hair with the tip of her finger, moving it sensually around the clit in time with her probing tongue. Then she found the pearl with her tongue and she pressed her face hard against it, sucking hard and nibbling gently with her tongue. Max slid his fingers below Sarah’s wet lips and found Alison’s cunt. He plunged in deeply, first one finger, then two. Then three fingers were moving in and out of her at the same time as the tongue and lips were working their magic on her clit.

  “I’m coming!” gasped Alison. “I’m almost there!”

  “Not so fast,” said Max, moving Sarah’s head to one side. “Kneel on all fours—and Sarah, sit on the seat.”

  Alison knelt down with her back to Max and watched as Sarah sat down on the seat in front of her and opened her legs wide. The slit was even more swollen than it had been when Max had fucked her, and the juices of her come glistened between the folds of her labia.

  “Lick her whilst I fuck you,” said Max. “I want to see you do that when I come.”

  Alison wanted Max’s cock inside her so badly that she would have done anything he asked at that moment. With a groan she plunged her face into the wet cunt and began to suck at the crimson bud that had swollen to almost an inch now.

  She tasted wonderful, slightly salty, like a juicy treat but much better. Greedily she sucked, relishing the moisture that was oozing into her mouth. Then she felt Max’s cock enter her vagina and she gasped. She had wanted this since the first moment she set eyes on him—and taking it inside her whilst her lips were round another woman’s cunt was more exciting than anything she had ever done in her life before.

  Harder and harder he thrust, and with each thrust Alison sucked more greedily at Sarah’s clit.

  “I’m coming—NOW!” she screamed, lifting her lips from Sarah’s slit. Then Max groaned and Alison felt him stiffen. A moment later she felt his come flood her cunt, then his cock twitched a few times before he slid out of her with a sigh.

  “Don’t stop!” cried Sarah. “I’m almost there! Lick me again! Suck me!” Alison bent forward and began to suck again until finally Sarah screamed, “NOW!” and she sat back against the seat with a sigh. For a long moment all three sat, exhausted, staring at each other in amazement.

  “That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life,” breathed Alison. “I’ve never known anything like it before—it was wonderful.” Sarah smiled.

  “You should make this journey more often, darling,” she murmured. “You’d be surprised how ready most people are to indulge themselves in a bit of fun on long journeys. There’s nothing like the prospect of boredom to make people behave a little ‘out of character.’ Take you, for instance. I bet you never thought that you’d end up doing what you just did on this trip?” Alison smiled and shook her head.

  “I nearly came to Edinburgh last year. Now I wish I had!”

  “Well—now that you know the ropes I’m sure that this will be the start of many pleasant journeys to come.”

  “I’ll certainly never forget this one,” said Alison. “And I don’t think there will ever be a better one either!”

  “You never know, darling,” said Sarah. “Strange things happen when you least expect them.”

  As they dressed, the sliding door opened and a tall, fair-haired man in a uniform entered.

  “Can I see your tickets, please?” he asked, his eyes travelling down to Alison’s cleavage, which was visible between the folds of her blouse that she hadn’t yet fastened. Then he looked up and his face broke into a welcoming smile.

  “Hello, Steve!” Max and Sarah welcomed the ticket collector like an old friend. They shook hands warmly and made the usual comments about how well each of them looked.

  Then Steve turned to Alison and said to Max, “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”

  “I’m Alison,” she said, lowering her eyes shyly. If Steve knew Max and Sarah so well, then he must know what she had just been doing with them, she decided. Not that she was ashamed of it—just that she found it a bit embarrassing. But Steve was looking at her now with anything but embarrassment filling his eyes.

  “They certainly know how to pick them,” he said appreciatively. “You’ve got a beautiful body Alison.” His eyes smouldered and a shiver of anticipation ran up Alison’s spine.

  “You should see it in the flesh,” said Max, and Steve grinned.

  “I intend to—later. After we’ve stopped at York, how about letting me join you for a bit of fun? Have you ever had a foursome, Alison?”

  Alison shook her head.

  “No—but I’m game for anything after this morning.”

  “Good. See you all in an hour, then,” said Steve with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. Alison sat down on the seat and closed her eyes. This had truly been a wonderful journey so far. Two lovers in the space of two hours! And as she fell into an exhausted sleep her dreams were full of Max, Sarah, and Steve.

  Steve!

  Boyish and handsome, with a cheeky grin and a long, lean body. Five minutes ago she wouldn’t have believed it possible—but now she really believed that the last leg of the journey might even be more enjoyable that the first.

  WHEN I MAKE YOU SAY NO

  Julia Price

  I’ve got this fantasy that sometimes kind of freaks me out. I have it a lot.

  It doesn’t freak me out to be submissive; that’s no big deal, now and then. It doesn’t freak me out to be sexually dominant, either—I do that a whole lot. But what freaks me out about this fantasy is that it’s very important that I suck your cock—and you, fighting all the pleasure pulsing through your body, say “No.”

  It doesn’t matter if you’re older or younger, big or small, thick or thin, black or white. What matters is that you’re a really tough, alpha-male type (maybe even a little bit of a sexist pig) who loves it when I go down on you, and still I make you say “No.”

  In this fantasy maybe we’re already fooling around, or maybe we’re just watching TV on the couch and I slide down onto my knees and start to unzip your pants. You get this cocky smile on your face. You know what’s up; you know you’re about to get a blow job. It makes me wet to know you know. It makes me wet to see that sense of entitlement on your face, that sense of satisfaction. You don’t say “No” yet. On the contrary, you’re pleased as punch that I’m going to suck you off. You’re pleased as punch that your cock turns me on—you know it does.

  I get your pants open and take your cock in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head and slide my lips down the shaft until it touches the back of my throat. I let it rest there a long time, sucking gently, my tongue surging and throbbing against the underside of your cock. I come back up for air and pay the head some more attention. I lavish affection on it, glancing up every now and then to see you watching me, cocky smile still on your face. It makes me mad and wet, at the same time, to see how self-satisfied you are. To see how pleased you are that I want to suck your cock, that I do it without being asked.

  Maybe you’ve already got your shoes off; I reach behind you and slip my hands down your pants—jeans, let’s say, oil-stained jeans, smelling of diesel and sweat and musk. You lift your ass in the air so I can pull your smelly jeans down to your ankles, then over your feet. Your underwear, it goes without saying, comes with the jeans. You sweep your black T-shirt, let’s say, over your head, toss it on the floor.

  Maybe you’ve got muscles and a finely chiseled physique; maybe not. Maybe you’ve got some tattoos, something butch, a Harley or something like th
at. I go back to pleasuring you, my lips gliding over your shaft and my tongue working hungrily back and forth. Then I take you in my mouth and suck you some more. When I look up at you, you’re cockier than ever, but your face is turning red as you flush with physical pleasure. The mental and emotional pleasure peaked the moment I took your cock in my mouth. It’ll peak again if I swallow your come, which I fully intend to do.

  But like I said, before I do that I’m going to make you say “No,” and mean it.

  Maybe at this point you hit a button on the TV remote. Maybe you flip from TV to DVD, maybe you hit PLAY. Start watching a porn movie. I don’t even turn my head to see what you’re watching; I already know. Something filthy. Something with lots of anal, rough, as dirty as it gets. Something that makes your cock even harder in my mouth, makes you moan softly as I go down on you. You get more and more turned on, and I know if I wanted to I could make you come easily. There’s an intense sense of power in that, knowing that all it takes is a little head to satisfy you. But it takes a lot more to satisfy me, and in my fantasy I’m going to get it, no matter what.

  As my head bobs up and down in your lap. I wriggle my hand down behind your balls. I gently tickle them, which makes you moan louder. Your balls are tight and firm against my fingertips; I can tell you’re ready to go; just a few of the right kind of thrusts, and you’d fill my mouth with your come. Did I mention I don’t swallow in real life? Doesn’t matter; I’m going to swallow in my fantasy. Right after I make you say “No” enough times.

  I grab your balls and pull them down, gently at first, then more firmly. Your moans turn into a stifled whimper of surprise, but you let me do it. Your orgasm recedes as I circle my fingertips around your balls. I squeeze them softly at first, then harder, feeling you squirm as I do. I look up at your face and it turns me on to see confusion there. You’re not sure how to respond. You love the feel of my mouth sliding up and down on you, of your cock being deep inside me, the head pressing against my throat. But the way I’m squeezing your balls makes them ache a little bit—just a little bit—and you’re not sure you like that. You say “Hey!” but then I take your cock deep, nuzzling the head into my throat, swallowing, and your protest turns into a long, low moan of pleasure as I tug on your balls harder. You writhe on the sofa, maybe let your hands rest on the top of my head—lightly, not yet grabbing my hair—and feel me bobbing up and down on you. I pull harder and you whimper helplessly, tangled in my web of pleasure and pain. I squeeze more firmly and you gasp, then settle into a long sigh.