by Cara Adams
Omar slapped her ass—right cheek, left cheek, right cheek, left cheek. Hard smacks with the flat of his hand. Ramona knew her skin was pink. She could feel the heat from Omar’s hand searing into her. But it made her cunt drip cream and clench with the need to be filled. How does that work? There’s no logic in it.
Omar forced three fingers into her ass together, twirled them all around, then withdrew them. A sense of loss pierced her. She wanted him in there!
Then something hard broached her entry. Oh, the butt plug. Right. It slid in easily, and Ramona understood what a good job Omar had done to prepare her. There was no discomfort, just a sense of fullness. After the momentary emptiness she’d experienced, that was good.
JB’s face pushed under her body, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“Ahh. Yes. So good,” she moaned.
He rolled the nipple around with his tongue then sucked both it and her areola into his mouth until she was breathing heavily with excitement. Then Omar said, “Turn over, Ramona. It’s time for you to let JB take your cunt.”
Ramona was a bit surprised. She’d thought he’d want to take her virginity. Then she realized he was. He was taking her ass first, and in animal form that’s how they’d mate. Not in the ass, but he’d take her from behind. This arrangement was also good for Javier, as he would have the memory of taking her first in human form. Really, she couldn’t have planned it better herself. Maybe Omar does know how to share after all.
She rolled onto her back and opened her arms and legs. Javier’s face was red, but his brown eyes sparkled with happiness, and he gently settled himself over her body. She noted both men were now wearing condoms, which pleased her. She was reasonably sure she couldn’t get pregnant until she was properly mated, but condoms made it completely certain.
Once again JB began kissing her, placing those light, feather-soft kisses all over her cheeks, on her nose, along her jawline, even on her earlobes. Finally he was poised over her body, his weight on his forearms, his cock level with her entry.
“I hate having to hurt you, precious, but I promise you an orgasm afterward,” he whispered softly.
“S’okay,” she replied. She’d used her fingers on herself for years, so her hymen should have been stretched already. It’d be over quickly, she was sure.
JB slammed his length into her fast and hard. There was a bright, sharp pain, then he was deep inside her, stretching her walls wide around his girth, holding still, his arms hugging her to him.
She nodded, and he pulled out then entered her again, more slowly this time, letting her walls adjust to him gradually. She was very wet, and he slid easily in and out, ramping up the pace again and touching her lightly on her sides and breasts with his rough yet gentle fingers as he stroked in and out of her.
Very soon Ramona felt an orgasm building inside her, bigger and stronger than she’d ever given herself.
“It’s so good to be inside you. I’ve wanted this for so long, I can’t wait any longer. I love you with all of my being, precious,” whispered Javier into her ear as he pinched her nipple.
Ramona gasped at the sharp nip then exploded into her climax, higher, harder than ever before, as JB pumped into her again and again. Even through the condom she felt the heat of him inside her as they shook in release together.
JB rolled them onto their sides, although his heavy, muscular weight wasn’t worrying her, and they cuddled together for long moments.
Then Ramona felt fingers on her ass, playing with the butt plug. Immediately her belly clenched again, but JB had already slipped out of her, and he left the room, to dispose of the condom, she assumed.
The moment Omar touched her it was very evident he was the Dom. He wasn’t rough or hurtful, but he rolled her smoothly yet forcefully to face him without waiting for her to acquiesce or asking her opinion. Omar’s gaze pierced her as he flipped her legs over his shoulders then gripped her hips, pulling her tight against his body.
Still keeping his gaze on hers, he pulled the butt plug out of her ass and pressed his cockhead at her rear entry. His cock was thicker than the plug but warm and enticing, and she knew instantly he would give her a better orgasm than any sex toy ever could.
Then his hands were back on her hips holding her still as he shoved his way deep inside her. There was a burning feeling before his balls were resting against her inner thighs, her ass tilted up into the air, her weight pushed back onto her shoulders at this angle.
“Hold my thighs.” It was a command, rather than a request, but Ramona did as he wanted. She trusted him to make this a good experience for her, to give her the orgasm her body already craved, despite having just had one excellent climax.
Slowly Omar pulled his cock out of her ass, then, hard and fast, he thrust back in. Almost before she’d gotten used to his pace, his fingers were on her pussy, teasing up and down her lips, searching for her clit, drawing it out of its tiny hood, and swirling around it.
The desire in her went from warm to extreme in a heartbeat. He slid several fingers into her pussy, and her cunt clenched hard on them while her ass gripped his cock. Her clit was hot and her nipples were hard with wanting to be stroked. Ramona dug her nails into his thighs and tried to push her pussy up into his hands while still keeping his cock in her ass.
“You like that, little cat, don’t you? I knew you would. I know how to please you, how to give you more orgasms that you could ever imagine. All you need to do is trust me to be in control of your pleasure.”
Ramona tried to formulate a coherent sentence. Tried to say she trusted him in the bedroom but not in control of the rest of her life, but the words wouldn’t join together as sentences in her brain. All she could think about was the rising orgasm deep inside her. That, and the way his cock was sliding against the walls of her rear channel, lighting fires in the nerve endings, making her desperate for more, more, more.
Omar’s fingers were thrusting in and out of her cunt in time with his cock in her ass, but he was still touching her clit, pressing it, stroking all around it, driving her higher and higher with every stroke.
“Come now, Ramona. Come for your Master,” ordered Omar. As he spoke he leaned forward. Immediately after saying the last word he grabbed her nipple between his teeth and tugged on it. Ramona’s eyes flew wide open, tears gathering in their corners at the sharp surge of pain, then an orgasm blasted from her cunt and her ass simultaneously, making her entire body shake.
Her nails dug deep into Omar’s thighs as her entire body convulsed with joy, the waves of pleasure rolling over and over her.
“Wow!” she said, letting her spine drop back onto the mattress.
“Once you hand control of your body over to me, I can guarantee you orgasms like that every day,” said Omar.
She wondered if he was a bit smug about it, but she’d felt him climax inside her, too, so he’d gained his pleasure when she got hers.
“There’s a lot more to discuss than just that,” she murmured, her eyes closing of their own volition.
* * * *
“Wake up, Ramona. I’m going to teach you the correct way to suck a man to give him extreme satisfaction and to receive great joy while you do it,” said Omar, giving her a little shake.
Javier watched as Ramona’s eyes opened a fraction then shut again. She’d had a couple huge orgasms. It was no wonder she was still sleeping. She was so beautiful lying there. Well, she was always beautiful wherever she was and whatever she did, but right now, splayed across his bed, her skin still flushed from her orgasms, she was everything he’d ever wanted in his life in one delicious package.
Javier had never been bold and confident like many other boys. Somehow, the only time he ever felt in control was when he was building something. And even then, it wasn’t that he was in control precisely, but more that he always knew what should go where and how to make structures that would stay up in wind and storm yet still be esthetically pleasing. In all other aspects of life, he preferred to stay in th
e background and wait for someone else to guide and direct him. Even his nickname was an example of his lack of desire to be noticed. Javier Basil. What a terrible name to give a kid. He’d quickly gotten into the habit of only giving his initials when people asked his name, keeping “Javier” for friends. Heck, he even called himself JB some of the time.
He truly was a submissive, except in one thing. He wanted Ramona, needed her so much it hurt to look at her and not have her. She and Autumn had come to one of Carnal Connections’ regular BDSM guest evenings about four or five months ago. The moment he’d seen her he’d wanted her. Then, when he’d spoken to her, gotten to know her, he’d known she was everything he wanted in a life partner. When she’d acknowledged she cared for him just as he loved her, he’d been the happiest man on earth. And now she was his. Javier didn’t even mind sharing her. Anyone could tell Omar was a true Dom, and as such, he’d always treat his subs well, seeing to their pleasure. Which meant that if he, Javier, submitted himself to Omar, he’d not only have the woman he adored, but he’d also be freed from making all the decisions that twisted his gut with tension and fear. As long as he could remain as the community’s builder and love Ramona, everything else he’d willingly hand over to Omar.
Earlier this evening, Omar had observed while he and Ramona had fucked. Then, when it was Omar’s turn to take Ramona, he’d given JB no instructions, so he’d stayed and watched in his turn. He could look at Ramona forever. She was so delightful when she came. Once again, right now, Omar hadn’t told JB to leave or even to turn away, so he was eagerly anticipating what came next. He was sure Omar was a lot more experienced than he was, and likely JB could learn some new skills himself.
Javier snorted. That sounded like he planned to suck himself off. According to Google, it was possible, but he had no intention of spraining his back testing the theory out. No, he’d watch and learn, and likely Ramona would suck him one day, too. Oh, just the thought of her sweet lips on his cock was almost enough to make him come. He was as hard as a spike already, and they hadn’t even begun yet.
“Come over here, JB. Lie on your back in the center of the bed. Sit up, Ramona, and pay attention.”
“What?” JB was shocked. Why was he to lie on the bed? Surely Ramona wasn’t going to suck him? Now?
Ramona dragged herself upright, evidently still not quite awake, but when she looked down at Javier’s suddenly raging hard-on, she smiled.
“It’s only ever like that for you,” he said huskily.
Ramona shoved her hair off her face and flipped her head to send the hair in a dark waterfall down her back. Then she jumped off the bed, rummaged through her clothes for her hair tie, and with a deft flick of her wrist bundled her hair up neatly and wrapped the tie around it close to her head, making a ponytail.
“How do you do that? You make it look so simple.”
Ramona just grinned. Omar cleared his throat, and JB flashed a glance at him from the corners of his eyes.
“Yeah, okay, I want to learn how to give good head,” she said, clambering back up on the bed again.
JB lay down as he’d been told, but his cock was standing up like a flagpole. The moment her mouth surrounded him he’d come like a fountain if he wasn’t careful.
“A Master often prefers his slave to keep her eyes down at all times. When she kneels to suck him this is frequently the case, too. But when she sucks a man in bed, the slave making eye contact with the man can be extremely erotic,” said Omar.
Ramona nodded, as if she was memorizing what Omar had said. JB found himself nodding, too. Looking into Ramona’s eyes as she gave him head would be erotic indeed.
“Now, make your tongue as flat as possible and lick his dick from base to tip. Be thorough. Don’t miss any part of him,” ordered Omar.
Ramona bent her head over his cock, took it gently in her hand, and began licking. JB almost swallowed his tongue. Never had anything ever felt this good before, apart from when his cock had been deep in her cunt less than an hour ago. Just as he’d had to work hard not to come the moment he’d entered her, now he had to breathe deeply and bite his tongue not to come in her face. Oh hell, she felt wonderful. Her strokes were absolutely perfect, long and slow, touching him everywhere with just exactly the right amount of pressure—not rough but not too gentle, either.
“Make a circle with your hand around his dick, and move your lips and hand together,” said Omar.
It took Ramona a few moments to figure out what he meant, but soon her mouth and hand were moving up his shaft, licking and stroking him in one movement. “Oh. Unbelievably good,” he said, his throat dry and husky.
“Is his shaft very wet, Ramona?”
“Yes.”
“You should say, ‘Yes, Sir,’ or ‘Yes, Master,’ in the future. Remember, I’m in control of your pleasure and of JB’s pleasure. Right now, seeing as JB’s dick is wet, his satisfaction will be greatly increased if you blow on it. Look him in the eye and blow gently.”
JB had just microseconds to grab hold of his control so he didn’t come as she blew gently on his shaft, even though her sparkling dark eyes gazed into his with such love in them he thought his heart might burst with joy.
“Suction is created by putting the back of your tongue on the roof of your mouth then sliding it backward to create a vacuum. Practice that first, Ramona, then do it on JB. We call this cock sucking, and now you shall suck him. You should easily fit his cockhead in your mouth and at least another inch of him as well. Eventually, I’ll teach you how to deep throat a man, but we’ll just do the basics today.”
Hell, the basics were killing him. If she ever deep throated him, likely he’d die on the spot. Although undoubtedly he’d be dying as the happiest man on earth.
“Roll his balls. Are they hard and tight against his body? How close is he to coming?”
Ramona did as Omar told her. Just as well she’d stopped sucking his cockhead. That’d about destroyed his control completely.
“Well, Ramona?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t really got anything to compare him with.”
Omar gave a slight cough. JB wondered if he was trying not to laugh, so he said, “I’m close but holding on.”
“The frenulum is one of the most sensitive places on a man’s equipment. It’s that area in the center of the underside of the ridge. To learn about it and get used to licking it, rest your chin on the underside of JB’s shaft then put the underside of your tongue there and swipe it from side to side.”
“Aggh.” Javier’s control was almost gone. That felt amazing.
“Now lick his balls. Start at the top left-hand corner and lick down that side, then up the middle seam and down the other side, and back up the middle. As soon as you finish, suck him again,” ordered Omar.
JB knew that would be the finish of him. Her sweet face pressing to his body, her wet tongue trailing over his cock and balls followed by one hard suck, and he’d be done. He glanced over at Omar, who nodded slightly. JB wasn’t really under Omar’s control as such. He hadn’t—yet—promised to be Omar’s sub, but all three of them knew the Dom/sub arrangement would be happening sooner rather than later. It seemed Omar could already tell how very close he was, how difficult it was getting for him to hang on until Ramona’s lesson was accomplished, and Omar was happy for him to come. Well thank God for that. He didn’t think he could hold on any longer anyway. She was so beautiful, so caring, and so damn devastating in what she did.
The moment she sucked him into her hot, wet mouth, his cock exploded. He watched her hold his shaft and try to swallow his seed. Some of it slid out of her mouth, but some she swallowed. The look she gave him just made him pump harder. She was so full of love, so beautiful, everything he’d ever wanted. He couldn’t resist. JB grabbed her arms and hauled her up his body, holding her pressed tight to his heart, then he kissed her. She tasted musky, and of him, but also with her own sweetness as well.
“Time for a shower. I hope you have a lot of hot
water,” said Omar.
“Not a problem. If I haven’t got enough, I’ll just put in a bigger tank.”
“That’s one of the advantages of loving a builder,” said Ramona as they all got off the bed and moved into the bathroom.
* * * *
Omar likes to think he’s the big inscrutable, all-powerful Dom, but I know he’s hurting. He wants to come, too, and I wouldn’t mind coming again either, despite the orgasms I’ve already had. But likely I’d better save myself for the morning. I’d bet anything they’ll take me together. That’s the only true way to seal a three-way bargain, with three-way sex. So Omar will be in my pussy and Javier in my ass simultaneously tomorrow morning. Meanwhile, I think I need to practice blow jobs.
When they were in the shower together, Ramona kneeled at Omar’s feet and took his cock in her hand. The shower had done a fine job of wetting him, so she circled her hand around his shaft as she’d just learned and sucked him into her mouth, giving a good, long pull on him.
Omar’s cock had already been engorged, but she could feel the long vein throbbing in her hands and knew he was getting even bigger. She stopped to take another breath—how do you breathe and suck at the same time?—then sucked him hard a second time. Keeping her hand on him, she licked his balls as she’d been taught then played with his frenulum until he shivered. I must be doing it right!
Even though she was kneeling, Ramona glanced up at Omar’s face. He was looking down at her, the slightest of smiles just lifting the corner of his mouth. She flicked her gaze over to JB, who was standing in the corner of the shower, his gaze fastened on her, his mouth open. Oh yeah, I’m doing it right!
