I have to admit, on more than one occasion I wondered what they looked like in bed together—they’re both gorgeous, and I’d gotten a few hints here and there that they might be into something more than just plain, vanilla sex. I never felt it was appropriate to delve into that topic, but every so often, one of them would make a quick comment before moving on to the next subject.
I had gotten used to seeing them at least once every week or two, so when I didn’t hear from either one of them for almost three weeks, and neither showed up for our fundraising group, I started to wonder if everything was okay. Finally, I emailed Julie just to say hi, and hoped she’d offer some insight. I didn’t want to be nosy, so I didn’t come right out and ask, but she answered by telling me that she and Mark were taking a break, and she was having a hard time with it. She said things were friendly but strained. I silently and selfishly hoped they would work it out because I wasn’t ready to go through another “couple breakup.” The next thought to follow was, which one of them would flip out on me and tell me not to talk to the other if indeed they did break up?
I told Julie to call me if she needed or wanted company and left it up to her to contact me at her leisure. I didn’t attempt to contact Mark, even though I had his email address. Although I was certain Julie trusted me, I didn’t want to cause any further problems.
The following week, Julie phoned and said she and Mark were going to a movie, and asked if I’d come along, just so things weren’t weird. I thought that in itself was weird, but I agreed to go for her sake.
I met them outside the theater and exchanged awkward hellos with each of them, along with awkward hugs and strained smiles. Once inside, Julie chose the seats and stepped into the row first, then Mark motioned for me to go next. Great, I was going to be in the middle. Could it get any weirder than this?
Happily, we didn’t have to wait long before the previews started, and I could escape the awkwardness and just concentrate on the movie. I looked around as the lights started to dim. The theater was almost completely empty. Apparently only a handful of people besides us were interested in seeing a subtitled French film.
I tried to relax and forget that I was in the middle of two obviously stressed-out, anxious people. After a few minutes, I realized Mark’s leg was resting lightly against mine. I tried to ignore it and not make anything out of it. Surely it wasn’t on purpose; he was probably just relaxed and didn’t even notice it. As I tried to forget about it and concentrate on the movie, I felt his leg press against mine with unmistakable certainty. I didn’t move; I didn’t look at him; I kept my body stiff and rigid wondering what in the hell he was doing, especially considering his girlfriend was sitting directly beside me, break or no break. I tried to sneak a peek at Julie to see if she had noticed anything out of the ordinary, but she seemed to be caught up in the movie. I let out a sigh of relief, louder than I meant to, and felt Julie shift in her seat.
Then I felt Mark’s arm brush against mine as he placed his hand on his thigh. His fingertips were lightly touching my leg where it rested against his. Now I was getting a little freaked out. Was he doing this on purpose? How far did he intend to go? And would I let him? I know—it’s a complete breach of friendship, but I hadn’t had sex in a really long time, and my libido was suddenly overriding my common sense.
I was so caught up in what was going on with Mark, I wasn’t even paying attention to the movie, but when I finally focused on the screen, I saw a nude woman standing on a pedestal in an art studio while someone (presumably an artist) painted her with thick, bright-colored paint.
Julie leaned toward me and whispered in a sexy voice, “Doesn’t that look fun?”
“Mmm-hmmm,” I mumbled as I felt Mark’s hand caress the side of my leg.
“She’s got a perfect body for that,” Julie whispered.
“Yeah,” I sighed in agreement.
The woman did have a splendid figure, and I found myself getting aroused as the painter in the film paid special attention to her breasts. I wondered what any of this had to do with the context of the overall plot, but I was starting not to care as the painter moved downward toward the woman’s sex.
“Spread your legs,” the painter onscreen said. I only knew this because of the subtitles.
I moaned as the painter started to slather the woman’s pussy with bright blue.
Julie whispered, “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” and I nodded in agreement as the woman onscreen spread her legs.
“What is…?” I started to ask, confused when the paint on her body seemed to stretch.
Julie leaned over and whispered in my ear, “It’s liquid latex. Like rubber. It’s really sexy, and fun to play with. I’d like to try it on you sometime. You know, just to show you.”
I reluctantly tore my attention from the screen so I could look Julie square in the eye. When I did that, she glanced down and noticed Mark’s hand touching my leg.
I instantly panicked, thinking we were soon going to be in the middle of an all-out catfight, but instead, she looked back at me and smiled. As my expression went from guilty to confused, she again leaned toward me and whispered in my ear, “It’s okay, Jacqueline, I know you’re attracted to him. I also know you’re conflicted about it. I want to tell you it’s okay, you can fuck him. But only if you let me watch.”
I snapped my head back to look at her again. Had I heard her right? She was okay with me fucking her boyfriend?!
I had my answer when she reached across my lap, grabbed Mark’s hand, and placed it between my legs. Not only did the pressure on my pussy feel good, but the forbidden aspect of it all was making me really hot.
Suddenly my head cleared and I said out loud, “I don’t want to do this here. Let’s go.”
I stood up and Julie and Mark looked at each other, then also stood up. We filed out of the theater and headed into the parking lot. Once we were in Mark’s car, nobody said a word. Finally Julie turned around in her seat and said, “Okay, I can’t stand the silence. I have to confess, this was sort of a setup. We’re not on a break anymore, but we both agreed we need to spice things up a bit, and that’s what led to all of this. I know it was a bit manipulative, but I didn’t want to come right out and ask you. I wanted to have a chance to feel you out, so to speak. I hope you’re not upset.”
I paused for a few moments to absorb what she’d said, then responded, “I’m not upset, I’m concerned. I don’t want this to change our friendship.”
“Well, I can’t promise it won’t,” Julie said, “but I think we’re all mature enough and trust each other enough to remain friends, perhaps even become better friends.”
As we pulled up to their house, Julie asked, “Are we all in agreement then?”
I looked at her and smiled, then said, “Yes and no, but yes.”
We all laughed. Mark still hadn’t said anything, so I finally asked him, “Are you okay with this?”
He looked at me in the rearview mirror and said, “Hell, yeah. I’m more than okay with it,” then winked at me.
When we were inside their house, Julie asked Mark to get us all a drink, then led me downstairs to the basement. I was slightly amused when I realized the area she had led me to looked very much like the art studio in the movie we had just been watching. There was an area of the room where plastic was spread out over the floor along with a large piece of eggshell foam, like the kind you’d place over a futon frame. On the table nearby were several cans stacked in a neat pile and some neatly folded washcloths.
Julie let me take it all in, then turned to me. “I meant what I said. I’d like to try the latex on you. That is, if you’ll let me.”
“I’d like that. I’m always up for trying something new,” I said with seductive smile.
Julie grinned, then said, “I’ll paint you, then watch as Mark peels it off and fucks you.”
When she said that, my nipples got hard and I started to fidget. “Okay. Now what?”
“Take off your clothes.”
I didn’t need her to tell me twice. I quickly removed everything and stood there naked under her watchful eye. Julie told me to place everything on the chair and then stand on the plastic sheet that had been laid out.
“Nervous?” she asked.
“A little. I mean, I’m not a prude, but this is a new experience, which makes it a little scary. But in a fun way,” I quickly added.
“Good. First I have to apply a moisturizer,” she said, squeezing the lotion into her palm. As soon as she made contact with my skin, I jumped. “Sorry, I know it’s cold,” she said.
I laughed at my own nervousness, but soon found myself concentrating on how good her hands were making me feel. She had a sensual stroke that started at my neck and wandered down toward my breasts. My nipples were already hard, and now that she was making her way toward my pussy, my clit was starting to throb.
“Looks like things are progressing down here,” Mark said as he entered the room, startling me out of my reverie.
“Yes, she’s being a very good girl,” Julie replied.
Mark put three glasses of wine on the table, then settled into one of the comfortable chairs. I noticed he had a hard-on under his jeans.
“Okay, that part’s done,” Julie said. “Now for the fun stuff.” I watched as she opened one of the jars on the table. “You don’t have any allergies to latex, do you?”
“No,” I answered, wondering if anyone had ever done this who did have an allergy.
“Now, stay as still as possible, otherwise the latex can rip or stretch and won’t set well. It needs to set before we can have fun with it.”
“Okay,” I said, bracing myself.
“No, no, don’t stiffen up. Just relax, but stay still.”
I took a deep breath, then exhaled and relaxed.
“This might be a little cold as I apply it, but it’ll warm up, so just try to relax. Let’s start with some crimson.”
As she dipped her hand into the can and scooped the thick liquid onto my skin, my gaze drifted toward Mark. He was intently watching Julie as she basted my body, and I was hyper-aware that he was lustfully staring at my breasts. I continued to watch him and when he looked up and saw me, he let his hand wander downward until he was touching the bulge in his jeans. I took a deep breath and remembered to relax as Julie continued her task. It seemed to be taking a long time, and I was starting to feel rather impatient. I mean, it was cool to experience something new, but I wanted to get down to the good stuff!
“Spread your legs for me a little,” Julie directed me in a soft voice.
I moved my feet apart a bit and then a little more as she spread the thick liquid over my hips and groin area. Then she grabbed another can and said, “Let’s try the Starlight Blue.”
I watched as she wiped her hand with one of the washcloths, then peeled off a few red gobs from her arm. “You’re really wet, so I’m going to wipe you off, okay?”
I turned three shades of red, then nodded and tried to think of anything that would get my mind off her fingers probing my pussy with the washcloth. I knew I’d be wet again in seconds and there was no way of keeping it from happening. I was really starting to get off on this, and the sexual energy coming from both her and Mark was only exacerbating the situation.
I moaned, and said, “That feels good.”
She just looked up and smiled at me while continuing her ministrations. I looked over at Mark and noticed he had now graduated to squeezing his cock through his jeans. I couldn’t wait to get hold of it and wondered how long the latex would take to set.
Finally, Julie dropped the washcloth and dipped her hand into the blue latex. As she applied it to my smooth lips, I let out a moan and was silently thankful there was no hair down there to contend with. She continued to apply it, moving on to my legs and all the way down to my feet. When the tops of my feet were covered, she said, “Okay, we’re done. Normally I would do the back, too, but it takes a while to dry, and I don’t think I can wait that long. I bet you’re pretty anxious to get things started, too, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered in desperation.
As if on cue, Mark stood up and started taking his clothes off while Julie and I both watched. When he was completely naked, he walked over to me and tested the firmness of the latex by pressing it with his fingertip.
“Just a few more minutes.”
“In the meantime,” Julie said, “I’ll make sure he’s ready to fuck you, Jacqueline.” And with that, she took his already hard cock halfway into her mouth, working the base of it with her hand as her mouth worked up and down the shaft. I whimpered in frustration. I wanted to play, too!
After a few minutes, Julie stopped, then turned toward me and pressed her fingertips against the latex on my stomach. “She’s ready,” she announced. Hallelujah! I thought.
“Do you mind if I play, too, Jacqueline? I know I said I only wanted to watch, but I’m really turned on.”
“No, I don’t mind. I want you to.”
“Delightful,” she said, as she leaned forward and licked my pussy through the latex cover.
“Oh, God, that feels good,” I whispered as she expertly tongued my clit and engorged lips.
“You look so fucking sexy like this,” she said.
I watched her tongue trace the outline of my pussy before grabbing the latex with her teeth and ripping a hole through it. She took my clit between her lips and sucked gently, stopping every once in a while to kiss and bite it. I got the distinct feeling this wasn’t the first time she’d done this. How many times had she and Mark invited a friend over to play?
Her hands wandered all over my body, pulling the latex away, ripping holes in it. Her moans mixed with mine and it felt strangely erotic—almost like skin coming off, and the sudden exposure to the air made my nerves sing.
All this time Mark had been watching and stroking his cock, but now he moved in closer and started teasing my nipples with his fingertips. I wanted him to suck them, or bite them, anything! But he continued to slowly tease them through the latex barrier.
“Please fuck me,” I moaned.
“Yes, Mark, I think it’s time,” Julie said. “She’s been very patient.”
“Yes, she has,” Mark said, covering the foam mattress with a plastic sheet. “Lie down. I’m going to fuck you now.”
Sweet Jesus, finally! I thought.
Now that I was moving around, I could feel the latex stretching and pulling, but in a very sensual way. I could see why Julie liked playing with this stuff.
Mark got between my knees and put his finger into one of the holes Julie had ripped with her teeth. As his fingers made contact with my pussy, I arched upward, desperate for more contact. I gasped when I felt cool air rush in as he ripped the opening in the latex even wider. In one smooth motion he leaned forward and pushed his cock all the way inside me. As he slowly fucked me, Julie started to peel the latex from my skin, licking and sometimes biting her way through and around it. When she peeled it from my breasts, my nipples were harder than I’d ever seen them, and she took one in her mouth while fingering the other.
I was in absolute heaven. I’d had a threesome before, and I’d even been with women before, but this definitely brought things to a new height. The kink aspect of it, the experimentation factor, the new sensations—it was all so delicious.
Julie had succeeded in peeling about half of the latex from my torso and was now sliding her fingers downward between me and Mark to manipulate my clit.
“Wait,” Mark said, and pulled out. I cried out, but realized we were just changing positions as he turned me on my side, then got behind me. Julie had been fully clothed all this time, but finally she quickly removed her clothes and lay next to me, face-to-face. Now I was sandwiched in between them as Mark entered me from behind and Julie moved down to suck on my nipple and squeeze my clit with her fingers.
It wasn’t long before I gasped, “I’m coming,” then came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. Mark followed suit
, gritting his teeth and groaning as he pounded into me, using an arm around both me and Julie as an anchor. After a few strokes, he collapsed and lay quiet, his cock still resting inside of me.
Julie smiled at me and said, “Well, was it everything you thought it would be?”
“Jesus, yes. Everything and more,” I said, enthusiastic but exhausted.
“Good. Now how about switching places and letting me be in the middle?”
LICK OF PAIN
Crystal Barela
Smooth red vinyl slipped in my saliva, but I caught the thin rubber firmly between my teeth. My eyes traveled the length of Sylvia’s body from where I knelt at her feet on the newly waxed white linoleum floor. The curved walls were white as well, made even more brilliant by the fluorescent lights above us. A tire-colored length of hose secured my hands in front of me in an uncomfortably tight knot. The flesh of my upper hands swelled past the binding, flushed pussy pink.
A cocoon of shiny red brilliance covered Sylvia from ankle to chin. The latex was thin enough for me to see the belt and buckles of her strap-on. Two perfectly round holes were cut into the bodice of the dress and there her turgid nipples were made burgundy where they pressed through the openings. She looked sticky, like a giant wet lollipop. I swallowed hard, hoping my mouth was worthy of the task, that I could wrap my tongue around her body and slurp Sylvia between my plump lips, suck her from head to toe all at once. The taste of rubber would coat my insides like a balm.
The flavor is what got me wet between my thighs. Not the tang of Sylvia’s skin, but the bitter manufactured texture of the silicone that incased her luscious body.
Sylvia wanted me to use my teeth to peel the covering from her skin. She was tall, close to six feet in her stiletto-heeled platforms. From where I lay prostrate in adoration, the lights above us highlighted every curve and hollow, every nip and tuck, every beautiful inch of flesh and muscle that lay beneath the rubber’s embrace. My eyes focused on the rubber bulge covering her bush. My mouth watered.
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