Hot Bodies Boxed Set: The Complete Vital Signs Erotic Romance Trilogy

by Hughes, Jill Elaine

  Damn, Shirley thought to herself. Somebody already beat me to him.

  Ed appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of skintight black Jockeys. “Howdy, Shirley. C’mon in.”

  Shirley froze in her tracks instead. “I—um, I don’t want to interrupt anything,” she stammered. “Why don’t I just go back upstairs? I didn’t really want anything important.” She bit her lip, searching for a plausible lie. “I just needed to—uhhh, borrow a cup of sugar.”

  As if it were perfectly normal for women dressed in skintight jeans and stiletto heels to borrow cups of sugar at ten o’clock at night.

  Ed’s eyebrows raised; the lie didn’t fool him for a minute. “It’s all right, Shirley, ya ain’t interruptin’ nothin’ nohow. If anything, yer jest in time to join in on some fun. Ain’t that right, Billie?” He winked at the pert little blonde, who giggled.

  Ed pushed the door open wider and beckoned. Against her better judgment, Shirley teetered inside, her feet throbbing inside her stilettos. And her feet weren’t the only part of her that were throbbing now, either.

  Ed swept the door closed behind her and fastened all three locks. Shirley’s violet eyes swept the room, took in its unusual furnishings. There was a low-slung platform sofa straight out of the 70s, strewn with fat red velvet cushions. There was a thick tufted angora rug on the floor, with soft pile almost four inches thick. A framed “LOVE” poster hung over the sofa in a gilded frame. The room was dotted with dozens of lighted candles, and the scent of sandalwood incense wafted towards her nostrils. Barry White’s deep, sexy voice purred from two huge stereo speakers mounted on the wall. A heart-shaped straw basket sat next to the thick, tufted rug, filled with bottles of sensual oils, massage implements, lubricant, a box of condoms.

  Shirley had to stifle a gasp as she realized she’d just stepped into a sex chamber. Ed and his gal-pal Billie were obviously about to get it on together—so why had they been so quick to invite her inside?

  Why, indeed.

  Shirley was about to take part in her first threesome.

  “Billie, why don’t ya go an’ pour us all some wine?” Ed asked, keeping his eyes fixed on Shirley the whole time. Billie nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. “Ya know Shirl—d’ye mind if I call ya Shirl?”

  “Go right ahead.”

  “Ya know Shirl, I’d just finished tellin’ Billie what a great fuck ya were last night, an’ how much I’d like to have ya join us tonight, but ya beat me to it. Billie was just ‘bout to head upstairs to yer apartment when ya just happened to show right up. Whatcha think ‘bout that?”

  Shirley shrugged and sipped her wine. She was at a complete loss for words—this was uncharted territory.

  “Well, I’ll tell ya what I think,” Ed went on. “I think it’s fate. We’re destined to be together, you an’ me. Not in some big real romantic way, with weddings an’ flowers or nuthin’ like that. Just in a hot sexy way. ‘Cause I think you are one hot sexy lady. Billie thinks so, too. Ain’t that right, Billie?”

  Billie appeared, balancing three glasses of red wine on a tray. “Damn straight,” she quipped. Her voice was tinny and high-pitched, almost like a bird’s voice. “Any gal that Ed thinks is hot is hot in my book, too. Ed’s got real high standards.” She handed Shirley a glass of wine, then reached out and squeezed Shirley’s left breast, testing it like a melon. “Oooohh,” she cooed. “I ain’t never seen boobs that big that were real before!”

  Guess that means yours aren’t, toots, Shirley mused. But try as she might to dislike the girl, she just couldn’t bring herself to. She was sweet and bubbly and seemed genuinely thrilled that Shirley had joined their sexy little soiree. “We’re so lucky to have you, Shirley,” the younger woman gushed. “Ed and I have wanted to do something like this for months now.”

  Months? So apparently Billie wasn’t one of Ed’s one-night stands—as Shirley had obviously been the night before. Shirley didn’t know if that should make her feel cheap—or lucky.

  In any case, Ed must have had a good enough time with her last night to come back for more. Much more.

  Ed gazed at her lasciviously, undressing her with his eyes. She suddenly felt very exposed.

  What exactly was she getting herself into? Should she cut and run now while she still had a chance? Or should she stay and see what it really meant to have a threesome? What was all the fuss about threesomes, anyway? Why were they considered so taboo?

  And why did the very thought of having one turn Shirley’s crotch to cream?

  There was only one way to find out.

  “Let’s get this party started, gals,” Ed said. He gulped the last of his wine and tossed his wineglass in the fireplace, where it shattered. Then he stepped out of his Jockeys and tossed them across the room. They landed on the corner of the “LOVE” poster.

  Shirley turned to stare at Ed’s huge, dripping cock—which seemed even bigger and thicker than she remembered from last night. She wanted to take it into her mouth, taste the familiar, musky-salty flavor of his precome, relish the feel of his cock and balls’ rough, wrinkled skin against her tongue, her cheeks, her hands, her neck.

  But Billie had already beat her to it. While Shirley had been reminiscing about Ed’s flavors and textures, Billie had parked herself on her knees right in front Ed and had taken his whole thick, throbbing length into her mouth. Her pert little blonde head bobbed up and down, up and down while she sucked him. Ed had his head thrown back while he enjoyed the blowjob, thrusting his hips forward and back, forward and back while Billie matched his movements in perfect counterpoint. Ed grunted and groaned his pleasure, while Billie gave little squeals of her own as she realized just how much he liked what she was doing to him. Meanwhile, Billie slipped out of her panties and started touching herself, rubbing her clit and fingering her wet hole with one hand while she steadied herself against Ed’s body with the other. The two of them were so into each other, Shirley might as well have not even been there. And still. . .

  Shirley stood frozen in her tracks, staring at the obscene display. She wasn’t even doing anything, but she was more turned on that she’d ever been in her entire life. Watching another woman give a man a blowjob was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Watching another woman give a man a blowjob was practically enough to make her come all by itself.

  Okay, so now she understood what all the fuss was about.

  Threesomes weren’t so much about three people fucking as they were about one person watching two other people fuck.

  Instinctively, Shirley’s hand strayed to the flybutton of her jeans. She unfastened the button and slid down the zipper. She stepped out of her stilettos and slid the jeans off, one leg at a time. The panties were next. As Shirley started sliding them off—their soaking-wet crotch leaving trails of moisture on her thighs on the way down—she glanced up to see that Ed was staring at her, watching her impromptu striptease. He licked his lips and smiled as she got the panties off. Her skintight top was next, followed by her bra. Her violet eyes locked with his blue ones, and a bolt of electricity jumped across their room in the space between their bodies, sizzling them both.

  Never once breaking his thrusting rhythm into Billie’s mouth, Ed, beckoned Shirley to come and join them. And very very timidly, she did.

  As she closed the distance between them, Ed suddenly let out a low moan. He reached down and gently pushed Billie off his cock. “Any more o’ that sweetness, hon, an’ it’ll be all over. Let’s take a breather, huh?” Billie smiled and nodded, then reached out to caress Shirley’s thigh.

  “You’re so beautiful, Shirley,” the younger woman said. “I love your skin. It’s so soft and white. Like a magnolia. And you smell so good. I bet you taste good, too.”

  Before Shirley knew what was happening, Billie pushed her backwards until she was lying flat on the soft angora rug. Billie pushed her legs apart, parked her pert little blonde head between them—and started eating Shirley’s pussy.

  Shirley let out a little c
ry of surprise. It had been just last night that she’d had her pussy eaten, but Billie was doing such things to her down south that she might as well be a virgin. No sooner than Billie’s tongue hit her clit, Shirley came hard. Hard enough to shake her whole body into submission. Hard enough to make all four of her limbs thrash, hard enough to make her head and heart explode. Billie had all the same juicy wet parts that Shirley did, and boy howdy, did she know how to make them sing.

  Ohhhhhhh. Now Shirley understood why men liked to watch women fuck each other. Because it was hot, hot, hot.

  Shirley involuntarily pulled her legs up and back and held onto her knees—making her cunt a wide-open flower in full bloom. Following her cue, Billie sunk her mouth and tongue in deeper, plunging into Shirley’s darkest, sweetest depths. The younger woman darted the tip of her tongue against Shirley’s clit in rapid-fire thrusts, alternating that sensuous treatment with some good-old-fashioned rubbing with her thumbs. When Billie wasn’t rubbing her hot button hard, she was finger-fucking her. Shirley moaned, groaned, screamed and cried. The sensations the younger woman evoked in her body were like nothing she had ever experienced.

  And if that weren’t enough, Ed was going to town on her now, too. Ed started by tenderly nuzzling the delicate soft skin of her neck and torso, then worked in harder and deeper until he was sucking whole sections of her skin into his mouth, leaving behind a trail of purple love-bites. Shirley hadn’t had a hickey since she was in high school, when she wore them like badges of honor, showing them off to her friends in the school lunchroom. Now she wondered why she hadn’t kept that practice up.

  By the time Ed was finished giving her the royal suck treatment, she had a trail of hickeys up and down her neck and torso a mile long, and every millimeter of her skin was alive and buzzing with sensation. She felt electric—truly alive—possibly for the first time in her life. And just when she thought the sensations between her legs and over the sweaty heaving surface of her body couldn’t possibly get more intense, Ed and Billie took things up another notch.

  Ed squeezed Shirley’s breasts together tight and hard, then lifted them up and out until a small tunnel formed underneath them. Then Ed rose up on his haunches and shoved his cock in the space between her breasts, thrusting himself back and forth until he was fucking her there.

  A man was fucking her breasts. Shirley never knew such a thing was possible.

  And if that weren’t outrageous enough, somehow Ed managed not only to keep his cock strutting in that tunnel he’d created between her breasts, in a feat of wild gymnastics he captured both of Shirley’s nipples into his mouth at the same time, kneading them between his lips and tongue in perfect time with his animal thrusts.

  Wow.

  Another seemingly impossible thing was happening between Shirley’s legs. Billie had been finger-fucking Shirley with gusto for a while, but she was taking things up a notch, too. Instead of the just one or two fingers she’d been using to stimulate Shirley’s soaking-wet vagina and G-spot, Billie was slowly but surely working more and more of her hand inside. First it was three fingers stretching and pulling and thrusting, making Shirley wider and looser than she ever thought possible. She was already on the verge of coming, but something was holding her back—maybe just curiosity? With as wild as things were getting, who knew what could happen next.

  Just when Shirley was about to go over the edge, Billie abruptly pulled her hand out of her, got up and crossed the room. Shirley whimpered as she saw her orgasm backing away from her; her now-empty cunt ached to be filled again. Ed was still fucking her breasts to beat the band, but it wasn’t enough to keep her satisfied—not by a long shot.

  She needed something to fill her cunt—now.

  “Fuck me, Ed,” she cried. “Please.”

  Ed paused from his boob-fucking and looked up. “Just sit tight, hon,” he whispered with a smile. “Billie’s just gettin’ ready for somethin’ I guarantee you’ll like better than anything I can do to you.”

  That just made Shirley mad. “NO! I need you, now! Please!” Her cunt was a black hole now, desperate for something to fill it before her whole body collapsed in on itself.

  Just then, Billie reappeared between her legs. “Aw, Shirl, I guarantee this’ll make you feel all better right away.”

  Shirley felt something slick and cold between her legs. The scent of raspberry-flavored Astroglide filled the air. Billie slipped a finger back inside her, tickled Shirley’s G-spot, then slipped in another finger. The process repeated again, each time the pressure in her vagina and the tickling of her G-spot getting more and more intense. Billie pulled and tugged and stretched her pussy lips and her insides, then pushed something hard and thick and deep inside her—something harder and thicker and deeper than anything that had crossed her most intimate threshold in her life. The tension in Shirley’s body was the most explosive it had ever been—she was on the verge of going supernova. Only the slightest thread of reserve and determination kept her from going off a cliff and deep into the abyss.

  That, and Shirley wanted to know just what the hell was inside of her. For all she knew, it was a battering ram. Or maybe a late-model Cadillac. Whatever it was, it was huge. And it was throbbing in a way that nothing stuffed inside of a cunt should throb.

  “I’m in,” Billie whispered.

  Ed took this as his cue to pull himself off Shirley’s upper body. He sat on his haunches just beside her and reached out to stroke her forehead. “Look down,” he said. “Look down and see what’s inside you.”

  Shirley obeyed. And to her astonishment, saw that Billie’s entire right hand, wrist, even a good chunk of her forearm was inside her cunt. She screamed. In pleasure, of course.

  The throbbing inside her intensified even more. “You’re feeling me open and close my hand right now, hon,” Billie cooed, smiling. “It’s called fisting. I hope you like it. I know I love it when Ed does it to me.”

  Fisting? An entire human fist was crammed up her cunt, opening and closing? That was what was making her body feel like one giant interstellar explosion?

  Goddamn.

  With a scream that could shatter glass, Shirley came so long and hard that she lost consciousness.

  The old saying is true. Once you go threesome, you never go back.

  ****

  Shirley awakened in darkness. She didn’t know how long she’d been out—minutes or hours, she had no idea. Her whole body ached from the wild sexual exertions she’d experienced—and yet, she still felt relaxed and completely at peace. The level of satisfaction that Billie and Ed had evoked from her body was beyond description.

  Most of the candles had gone out, save for two or three that were still burning on the far side of the room. Shirley heard some soft grunts and moans coming from that direction, heard something that sounded like rhythmic friction on soft carpet, too. She turned her head in that direction and saw Ed and Billie, both naked. And fucking.

  They were in a variation of the missionary position, except Billie’s body was pulled up into an arc, her weight resting on her shoulders. Ed was kneeling before her, resting her legs on her shoulders while he pushed his cock in and out of her cunt—easy, since she was exactly perpendicular to him. Shirley recalled that she and Ed had enjoyed this very same position together the night before, and her own cunt vibrated at the memory of the deep, hard penetration it afforded.

  Shirley watched in fascination as the attractive young couple fucked each other hard. Ed varied his rhythm back and forth from short bursts of rapid-fire thrusts with intervals of slow, deep, hard rams. Billie counterthrust her tiny hips up and out, matching Ed stroke for stroke. Shirley admired the younger woman’s strength and agility—Shirley had only been able to hold her own body in that position for a minute or so last night, while Billie stayed that way for the duration of the fuck, which seemed to go on forever. Shirley already knew from last night that Ed had plenty of stamina, so who knew how much longer things could last? She hoped against hope that once Ed was fini
shed with Billie that he’d have the energy left to stick that wonderful dick of his deep inside her, too.

  Even though their eyes were screwed tightly shut, Ed and Billie still seemed to sense that Shirley was now awake, watching them closely. Their pace quickened, intensified. Instead of the soft, gentle whimpers that accented their sex play before, the couple’s vocalizations became harsher, deeper, more animal-like.

  “Uhhhnnuhh!” Ed grunted, pumping harder and faster. “Unuh, unhuh, unnuggh!”

  “Oooohhhhhh!” Billie cried. “Yes! Oh baby, baby, yeah! Fuck me, Ed! Fuck me so hard!”

  Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the most eloquent dialogue in the world. Shirley had seen cheesy porno movies with better sex lines than that. But that didn’t change the fact that watching this beautiful, strong (not to mention limber) young couple fuck each others’ brains out wasn’t one of the hottest things she’d ever seen in her entire life.

  So hot, in fact, that Shirley needed to get off. In a big way. Now.

  Both her hands dropped to the space between her legs. She pried her wet vulva apart with one hand, started in on her red-hot, swollen clit with the other. She settled back against the side of the sofa for leverage, and went to town.

  She was on the verge of coming again when she heard Billie and Ed’s simultaneous cries of release. Instead of collapsing into one another and enjoying the afterglow, however, the couple immediately got up and came over to where Shirley was propped up against the sofa, satisfying herself. While Ed went to dispose of his condom, Billie started sucking on one of Shirley’s breasts. She let Shirley work on her cunt by herself, perhaps out of respect for the wild treatment the younger woman had given that piece of anatomy only a short time before. Shirley threw her head back, relishing the heat building between her legs and the wet sensuousness of the younger woman’s mouth on her nipple, riding the tide of pleasure as it ebbed and flowed, ebbed and flowed. She was so lost in her reverie of ecstasy that she barely heard Ed pad over to her on his bare feet, barely heard the foil of the condom packet tear open, barely felt his hard, sheathed cock pass the threshold of her cunt—until he was fully on top of her, pumping and thrusting like a stallion.