by Mia Moore
Her hands cupped my head and she urged me up, kissed me softly, our lips barely brushing each other’s. “I can’t wait to do that to your pussy. Maybe I’ll dribble some wine there and lick it off.”
“Ahhhh…” My lips fell open in a sigh as she stepped away and turned the water on. I stood panting, my eyes closed, picturing it.
After a moment, I straightened, gripped the edge of the vanity, and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Wanton desire showed in my bruised, full lips, eyes hooded above cheeks flushed pink with desire. Her husband had just fucked my ass off and here I was craving her mouth, her tongue in my pussy. Whatever kind of wicked woman I was becoming, I loved it.
Chapter 21: Gus
When the women disappeared into the house, Phil turned to me and grinned like someone who’d just won the lottery. “That was amazing.” He flopped down into the chair next to me and polished off his glass in one long swallow.
I grinned and took a small sip. “I don’t think it’s over yet buddy. Not from the wiggle in your wife’s walk. And if I know women,” I paused and slapped his thigh, “and believe me, I do, they’re having a shower, freshening up for the next round of debauchery.”
“You’ve got to give me time to recover.” He poured another glass and grinned. “At least five minutes anyway.” He sat back and shook his head from side to side, still smiling. “This happened so fast. One minute you’re propositioning me for a threesome with Maggie and then next, the four of us are fucking like rabbits.”
We sat silently for a couple of minutes before he spoke again, “So, how’d you do it? How’d you talk Sophie into this?”
My head fell forward, mouth gaping peering at him. “Me? What makes you think it was me?” A sensation of lightness rose from my gut to my heart picturing her face and how we had talked about this.
Phil’s mouth pulled to the side and he bobbed his eyebrows. “Because I know you, that’s why. But all kidding aside, I think you found your match in her. I never would have thought it—how sexy she is.” He took another sip of wine and looked to the house. “And Maggie…” He brightened and looked at me again. “I think she likes you now.”
“That’s good. I’d hate to think I just fucked a woman who hates me.” I grinned and toyed with the glass of wine between my hands. “Actually, it was Sophie who wanted to try this. I would have been happy putting it off and just getting to know her better.”
“Yeah sure. I bet she had to really twist your arm.”
“No. Just my dick.” A chuckle erupted and I finished the wine in my glass.
Phil leaned closer, his dark eyes skewering me with their intensity. “If you let this one get away, you’re an idiot. I was wrong about Sophie. She’s actually quite a nice person.”
“Did you decide that before or after you fucked her?” I grinned at him to lighten the mood.
“You asshole.”
The lights around the pool flashed on and he turned to look at the house. “Here they come.”
“Again? I thought they just did!” A grin and chortle erupted before I rose to my feet and looked at them walking over.
She took my breath away once more. Sophie led the way, that impish grin under full pink cheekbones and grey eyes that were shy but laughing, all at the same time. So fair skinned, and the blonde hair hinted at Nordic ancestry. Even the thin line of hair on her mons was pale and downy. The sway of her hips above long coltish legs was mesmerizing.
Her hand brushed my shoulder and she leaned forward to kiss me. I breathed in the perfume from the shower, feeling my cock begin to grow heavy. What was it about this woman? Just a kiss and I was getting hard?
Maggie appeared right behind her, holding two empty wine glasses. Phil held the wine bottle and poured a refill as she smiled, glancing from me to Sophie. From the look on her face, she had some devilish plan brewing.
“You guys don’t mind if Sophie and I have ours over on the lounge chair?” She handed a glass to Sophie and slipped her hand around her waist.
Sophie’s eyes grew rounder and a smile blossomed on her lips glancing at me before she fell into step beside Maggie.
I arched an eyebrow at Phil. “Now what do you suppose they’re up to?”
Before he had a chance to answer, Maggie glanced back and threw a comment over her narrow shoulder, “You can join us if you like.”
Phil grinned, already on his way after them. I topped up my wine glass and ambled over to where they stood, on the far side of the pool.
Sophie sat down on the vinyl padded seat while Maggie adjusted the back rest. When Maggie knelt in front of the chair and pulled Sophie’s hips down the length of it, till her ass rested on the edge, I knew what was in store. It was time for Sophie to experience more fully her bi-sexuality. My cock was on red alert, hard once more in anticipation. I glanced at Phil and saw that the prospect of more girl on girl action had him stiff as well.
Maggie picked up the wine glass and dribbled the dark liquid over Sophie’s breasts and in a line down her midriff to puddle in her naval. Oh God. I couldn’t stop my hand from drifting to my cock and rubbing it softly at what she did next.
She lifted Sophie’s leg, pushing her knee up and out to reveal plump pussy lips and the darker gash of flesh between. With her other hand, she slowly dripped wine, a drop at a time into the slit. Sophie’s head was propped up against the back of the chair, her chin against her chest straining to see the wine being dribbled on her.
Still holding the glass in her hand, Maggie edged forward with her tongue extended, till the tip of it lapped at the droplets of wine.
“Oh God! Don’t stop.” Sophie cried with an upward jerk of her pelvis.
The site of it was erotic as hell—Maggie’s tongue slowly sliding through the folds of stained flesh, lingering on her clit and sucking that pearl of pleasure between her lips.
Once more she sat back and poured the wine onto Sophie. She smiled a lascivious smile up at Phil and I, now standing on either side of the chair, leering down at the two women. “You guys could help, y’know.”
We didn’t have to be asked twice! Phil knelt on one side, while I took the other, licking the wine from Sophie’s nipples. The wine streaked a path over her tight tummy. My tongue glided down and lips closed around her naval, slurping the liquid, cleaning her flesh.
Maggie’s tongue once more lapped in Sophie’s pussy, but she took more time flicking the firm clit with her tongue.
Sophie rocked into her, arching her back while her hands gripped Phil and my heads. Her moans of pleasure filled our ears, incensed our arousal with her own. She was like a wild animal, writhing under our mouths, crying for more.
“I need a cock…Gus fuck me while she licks my pussy.” Her hands gripped my hair and I felt her push me away, saw her doing the same to Phil.
Maggie sat back and took a small sip of her drink, her eyes like a cat’s, sleepy and content.
Sophie rose to her feet and I slipped onto the chair. She swung her leg to the side, straddling the chair, her ass centered over my throbbing shaft. Oh God, watching her lower her body, her cunt touching my cock and then sliding down…It was hot…Her flesh enveloping my shaft…watching the dark thickness of it invading beneath the alabaster globes…the burning tightness of it….
A sigh escaped from my chest when the satin cheeks of her ass rested on my tummy. Phil held her hand, helped her lean until her back rested on my chest, her head next to my cheek. The angle of her cunt made it seem tighter on my cock…so gloriously tight. I looked down over her shoulder to see the top of Maggie’s head bobbing and lapping at my sweet Sophie’s pussy.
I felt and heard the soft whimpers of pleasure in her chest. Phil’s hands were filled with Sophie’s breast for a few moments and her hand reached to grip his cock, massage up and down. I looked into his face, saw the molten desire in his eyes, breath expelling in soft ragged pants through his lips.
He bent and picked up his wine glass and stepped closer to Sophie’s head. He dribbled
wine onto his shaft and she strained forward to take him in her mouth.
My groin muscles took on a life of their own as I pumped up into Sophie, feeling Maggie’s cheek and hot breath on the base of my cock…her fingers cupping my balls. OH FUCK…my hips rocked up, feet straining for purchase on the concrete to thrust deeper into her.
I could see us in my mind’s eye. If only I had a camera—Phil’s cock in Maggie’s mouth, her hand jerking fast up and down on his shaft while mine was pummeling her cunt, Maggie licking it like an ice cream cone, probably fingering her own pussy in the process.
“Oh Jesus…” Phil hissed through clenched teeth, arching into Sophie’s mouth.
The hollow of her cheeks when he pulled back…Oh God, how did she take such a long dick all the way in…Her hand slowed and cunt spasmed tight onto me. Phil was fucking her mouth now, gripping her by the hair.
There was pressure between the cheeks of my ass and then on my asshole. “OH FUCK….” I jerked hard into Sophie…deeper still, straining in orgasm…pushed over the edge by Maggie’s finger. Her tongue was hot on the base of my shaft, licking the wetness of Sophie and me…both of us gasping our lust and pleasure.
I panted and watched Phil push deep into her mouth, saw the pearly whiteness of his cum leak from the side of her pink lips. He eased out and rubbed the head of his cock over her chin, her lips and cheeks, leaving a thin glistening sheen.
My heart was a jackhammer in my chest, pounding into Sophie’s back. We lay quietly, trying to catch our breath, my hand cupping her breast, and toying with the firm, budded nipple.
Maggie’s fingers pressed into my thighs as she rose and I watched her step around my leg to stand next to Phil and kiss him long and deep. My other hand reached out to stroke her thigh affectionately. The quiet intimacy of the moment, four people coming down from the heights of ecstasy was gentle and loving.
Sophie shifted her body, turning her head to kiss me.
I pulled back, an involuntary response. She’d just had a guy blow a load in there. Normally after that ever happened, I avoided kissing a woman.
Her eyebrows drew together and a line furrowed her brow.
I kissed her lips but that was all. I felt my cock, now soft, slither from her slippery wetness. I eased to the side and started to sit up, forcing her to do the same.
Her eyes were still questioning when she looked at me after we stood up. Maggie turned from Phil and both of her arms went around Sophie and me, pulling us into a hug and kissing our cheeks.
Chapter 22: Gus again
Maggie led the way back to the table, holding Phil’s hand. She looked so petite, all curves and bouncy energy next to the long muscled lines of his lean body. From swimming in the pool, his daily regimen, he was tanned to a deep Mediterranean shade, with sprays of jet black hair on his forearms, thighs and chest. Maggie, on the other hand was an almond shade of tan, careful with the sun.
She turned and grinned at us, as we approached. “Who’s hungry?”
“Didn’t you just eat?” Phil tweaked her cheek and smiled.
“Yes and it was delicious and sexy but I’m starving. How about I scramble around in the freezer and find a pizza, maybe some chicken wings?”
“That sounds great. Do you need any help with that?” Sophie stepped forward and set wine glasses on the table.
“No. I’m good. Actually Phil can give me a hand. Maybe get some cheese and crackers for us while I pop the pizza and wings in the oven.” She slipped her arm over Phil’s shoulder and reached up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
“This won’t be like the other day, will it? You guys off fucking somewhere and us out here starving.” Sophie giggled and eased into a chair at the table.
“Very funny. No. I’m drained for a while. This thing about women having multiple orgasms…I feel like I had about twenty.” She picked up the empty wine bottle and hand in hand they walked into the house.
I took a seat close to Sophie and leaned forward, elbows on knees watching her. I knew her well enough by now that she wouldn’t let the kiss in the lounge chair pass without comment.
Her lips curled up at the side and her head tilted staring into my eyes. Finally she spoke. “I know you said there are boundaries in this, that we have to respect those boundaries, no questions asked. But…”
I sighed and leaned closer. “It’s not something I’ve ever considered doing. Even the thought of it, just with Phil’s cum on your tongue…no, it isn’t going to happen.”
She slumped down in her chair, and folded her arms across her breasts. “Fine. Forget I asked.” She looked away for a moment and her eyes became narrow before blurting, “It’s pretty hypocritical, though. I mean, it’s always girl on girl. At least in the porn industry, it is. But when it comes to guy on guy, then that’s off limits.”
“Yup. Pretty much.” I sat back and placed my hands on the arms of the chair. I’d heard this argument before.
“But, that not fair. Ever think that Maggie and I would like to see the guy on guy thing? Maybe we’d find THAT hot.”
Still I looked at her, saying nothing. Sometimes silence is the best policy, if not golden.
Her eyes narrowed again and she arched an eyebrow looking at me sideways. “Did you ever do anything as a young guy with other guys? The old circle jerk type thing?”
My stomach tightened and I strained forward once more. “What would you know about that?” I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Should I tell her? I sighed and put my hand over hers.
“There was one time. I was twelve and my buddy, not Phil by the way, had just turned thirteen. We were camped out at the end of his parent’s lawn, eating third helpings of cake, and we’d snitched some of his Mom’s cooking wine. We had a flashlight and some of his older brother’s skin magazines.”
She leaned forward, her eyes like Frisbees, grey Frisbees, that twinkled above lips softening into a smile. “Yeah?”
“Hey, what’re you two talking about?” Phil appeared carrying a tray with cheese, crackers and a fresh bottle of wine.”
“Gus’s telling me about his first gay, boyhood experience.” Sophie reached for a cracker, slapped a slice of cheese on it and popped it into her mouth.
She brushed her hands together, and turned back to me busy crunching. I risked a glance at Phil as he took a seat. Yeah, as I’d expected. His face was turning red…well what passes for red in a swarthy complexion.
I cleared my throat and gave a brief recap watching him pour wine. He avoided looking me in the eye.
“Okay. We were camped out, our bellies full of cake, feeling just a bit tipsy from the cooking wine and he asks me, ‘What do you suppose it would feel like to have a girl’s hand on your dick?’ Before I knew it, his hand was down my pajama bottoms and stroking my cock.” I exhaled loudly and continued. “You have to remember…I was twelve, it was the first time I’d looked at a skin rag with another guy and I was hard as a rock. At first I pulled his hand off me, but then he swears, blood brother type thing, that he won’t tell a soul and neither should I.”
Maggie appeared and in her hands were four terry-cloth, robes. “It’s cooler now, without the sun. I thought it was getting too cold to be out here buck naked, even though I’m enjoying the sights.”
Sophie grabbed two from her and handed me one. As she rose to slip her arms into it, she brought Maggie up to speed on the conversation. Phil looked over at me and his grin was sheepish. Fuck! Why had I started this!
“Go on. I love this kind of thing. I’ll tell you about my first time when you finish.” Maggie poured more glasses of wine and sat down.
“Okay. If I can’t be honest with you, who can I be honest with, right?” My eyebrows rose for a moment and I continued. “Well, with the wine, how curious and horny I was, when he put his hand there again, I let it stay. He started rubbing it just the way I liked and I felt guilty that he was doing that to me and I wasn’t doing it to him.”
My hands rose to my face and I dry scrubbed for a moment
before continuing. “That was it. We kept doing it until we both came.” I looked from Sophie to Phil and then to Maggie. Each of them was bent forward across the table waiting for more.
“That was it? Just the one time that night? Or maybe the wine put you to sleep.” Phil’s eyes were slits when he sat back.
There was no way I could fool him. He’d been a horny twelve year old boy and knew once would never be enough. I sighed and decided to give it up, a secret I’d never told anyone.
“No, the wine added fuel to the fire, made us even more daring. These pictures were pretty fucking hot for a twelve year old, let me tell you. In no time both of us had woodies again. We stripped off the PJ’s and then Carl put his mouth on me…my dick I mean. No kissing or any of that.”
“Did you like it?” It was Sophie’s small voice and her hand drifting up my thigh.
“Of course I liked it. It was the first time anyone had ever touched my cock, let alone suck me off!” I felt a stirring in my groin at the memory of Carl’s mouth.
“And you? Did you reciprocate again?” Phil’s face showed no emotion.
I looked at him silently for a few moments, deliberating, trying to gauge whether to go on. The silence hung in the air so heavy that I could hear crickets rustling in the grass.
“I did.” A puff of air left my lungs and left me feeling…feeling? Relieved. A secret I’d kept to myself, felt guilty over for years, was finally out.
“I remember my first—”
“Did you like it?” Phil interrupted Maggie before she could continue.
I glanced at Sophie and saw the small curve of her lips, the look of love and acceptance in her eyes. And then Phil. My best friend in high school and college, never a hint that he’d done anything remotely like this.
“It was nice. I’ll admit it.” I shrugged my shoulders and took a large hit of wine.
