_Anthology - Love Bites

by _Anthology

  “Oh, God.” I was still vibrating from my orgasm. Fingers in my soaking pussy made me moan helplessly into his lips as he kissed me.

  “That ain’t a no.” He reached over my head to a shelf and got a condom out of its package. He sat up for a moment to put it on.

  “I didn’t get to see you change. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks!” I rubbed myself, hoping he wasn’t going to hurt, but not really caring. “Thought so.” Frank spread my legs wider, thrusting fingers into me. I was tight from orgasm; it almost hurt, but it made me moan in pleasure as well. “Your pussy is tight.” He wasn’t as thrilled about that. He put another finger in.

  I couldn’t help a wince at that. “D-don’t worry about it.”

  “Damn, no. When I fuck you I don’t want to see that frown.” He rolled back and rubbed my clit with his other hand. “Relax.”

  “That’s not…relaxing!” I giggled. His fingers stopped hurting, though. I looked up at him, half sitting, watching me as he fucked me with his fingers.

  “I’m not hung like a damn horse.” Ewen rolled to face us. “Give me a couple and I’ll trail blaze for you.”

  “I’m not a damn path!” I snorted. “Pleasure trail.” Ewen kissed my shoulder. I shivered. Frank was still rubbing me, keeping me lying limply back in the pillows. “God, you taste good.” He continued over my shoulder and onto my breasts.

  I didn’t want to move, with them on both sides of me touching everything. I was so close to orgasm that I began to go again, pleasure swirling over me. I kept my eyes opened to watch them, Frank with a serious face and Ewen so absorbed in his oral survey of my skin. Frank leaned over, stuck his tongue in Ewen’s ear gently, and then chewed on his earlobe.

  “Shit….” Ewen tensed at the attention and turned away from me. That left him face to face with Frank. They looked intently at each other for a moment. Ewen leaned closer and kissed Frank. Frank turned it into a deep, open-mouthed kiss in seconds, never stopping with his hand in my pussy.

  “That’s hot.” I whispered, putting my hands on their shoulders. Frank hadn’t stopped touching me.

  “Hot enough?” Frank looked over to me.

  I smiled. I wasn’t sure, but I pulled him closer anyway. He pushed my legs further apart and leaned into me.

  “Oh yeah….” Ewen turned his head to watch Frank reach down to guide himself into me.

  I felt him at the lips of my vulva. He felt immense; how the hell would it fit inside me? “Relax….” Frank kissed me and pushed a little harder. His prick went into me, just barely. That was okay. I kissed him back, wriggled to try to help him along. “Hold still!” He shivered. “I want to jam into you, babe; don’t fucking encourage me.”

  His face was harsh, intent. I froze. He thrust into me slowly. I felt everything stretching, and then it began to hurt. I tried not to make a face; it’d feel good in a moment.

  “Jesus, you’re so tight,” he gasped. His eyes opened. “I’m hurting you.” He pulled out of me very carefully.

  “No, no….” I gasped; his face was twisting like he was blaming himself.

  “Bull.” He slumped his shoulders.

  “Back off, let me try.” Ewen rubbed his shoulders. “Gail?”

  I looked to see that he was up again, rubbing himself looking at me. “Please….” Frank sat back. His face was blank, his shoulders still slumping.

  “It’ll work out.” Ewen kissed him and shifted to lean over me.

  “Did I ask you for reassurance?” Frank growled.

  Ewen smirked at him. “No. Deal.”

  “Look, you!” Frank grabbed him, and they wrestled a little. I squeaked and rolled away before they squashed me. Frank was strong, but Ewen seemed to know more wrestling.

  “Hey.” I giggled. “Forgetting something?”

  Ewen blushed. His dick was up, rock hard.

  Frank stopped trying to choke him. “Not for a second, babe.” He gave Ewen a push toward me.

  Ewen put another condom on, watching me every second. He crawled carefully over me, kissing his way up. His kisses left trails of fire that made me gasp.

  Frank smiled and shifted to get behind Ewen. “Didn’t take long, did it?” “Been a while.” Ewen closed his eyes for a moment as Frank grabbed him by a shoulder and did something behind his back. Ewen ran his hands up my thighs. “You been torturing me for weeks, Gail. God, I’ve wanted to ask you out.”

  “Why didn’t you?” I didn’t realize looking at guys tortured them. Hmm.

  He shrugged. “You never talked to me.”

  “You’d never know it, but I’m kind of shy, and you’re cute and grumpy.” I ran my face over his beard.

  He frowned.

  “She ain’t wrong. You do act like, ‘don’t fucking get near me,’” Frank murmured from behind Ewen. “Tired of pity,” Ewen growled. “But right now, it doesn’t matter.” He bent and kissed me hard. I felt his dick push between the lips of my pussy, rubbing against my swollen labia and over my clit.

  “Fuck me!” I spread my legs wider. He slid into me slowly, watching my face. I shivered and moaned, he was spreading me wide, but it felt so good I didn’t care. He finally thrust home and leaned closer. “So hot, damn you are tight!”

  I pushed onto him harder, “Open me up, then!”

  He shivered. Frank had just leaned away and put some lube on his fingers. Frank’s hand went behind him. Ewen froze, thrust deeply in me, biting his lips. He stared hard at me.

  I could just see Frank over his shoulder. His face had gone intent, serious. “No hurry, man, keep her happy.”

  “Not sure I can do both!” Ewen whispered. His face twisted in pain.

  “Relax, think about me.” I moved on him. He thrust gently in and out, distracted. I grabbed his chin beard. “Focus on me!”

  “Okay, ow, you bitch!” He thrust harder, almost too hard. I moaned in pleasure. It almost hurt but, oh God, he was hitting places inside me that no one had. He got my legs up and pushed back on each side, leaning on them to keep them wide. He smiled as I groaned louder. It might be hurting; he was pounding me deep inside, but I couldn’t tell at the moment. I might be regretting this later.

  He groaned himself. Frank’s hands were on his shoulders, and he was pressing closer and closer, slowly pushing himself into Ewen’s ass, stretching him carefully out. I could feel him pushing right through Ewen’s body. Ewen pressed his face onto my shoulder, burying another groan into me.

  “You have a sweet ass.” Frank began to move in Ewen.

  Ewen didn’t answer. He thrust into me harder and harder, hands on my thighs hard enough to be painful. I could feel them both; Frank’s hands were around both of us, his expression fierce and intent as he got his way with us, finally. “Shit, I thought I’d be where you are, man.” He moaned. “But this—is—awesome!” he shouted, and rammed hard into Ewen’s ass.

  Ewen screamed, pumping into me hard enough that I knew he was coming. That push sent me over the edge too, pushed hard against the bed, unable to move under their combined force. I screamed with him, my insides burning in pleasure, my legs pinned and nearly painful from being forced so wide. His thrusts sent me higher and higher. I couldn’t keep my eyes open to see what was happening anymore.

  As Ewen slowed, I could feel Frank through him again, pushing him down against me as he thrust into him. Hard big hands grabbed my shoulders and it was almost as if Frank was fucking me himself, right through Ewen. My orgasm hadn’t really finished. Spasms were going through me again, from Frank grinding Ewen into my cunt hard as he rode.

  Ewen moaned helplessly as he was fucked into me. His dick hadn’t gone soft, and I felt something, maybe he was going again, lying nearly limp over me. One last hard slam and Frank shouted wordlessly, a roar too loud for the room, shaking and shuddering as he shot his come into Ewen’s pounded ass.

  “Guess I can’t complain about not getting any anymore,” Ewen mumbled, sprawled over me.

  My pussy was still throbbing. “You’d better not
.”

  “Or I’ll fuck you raw.” Frank sprawled on his back beside us, his eyes closed, looking bonelessly relaxed. “You got my ass cherry, dickhead. What more do you want?’ Ewen turned his head. I combed his wild hair with my fingers as he talked. His shoulders were tight again. I rubbed them. Was he sorry he’d tried this?

  “He wants to be where you were.” I whispered.

  “Maybe in a while. I’m wiped.” Ewen sighed. “My fucking knee ain’t happy either.”

  “No hurry.” Frank ran an idle hand over both of us, almost possessively. “Never thought I’d get either of you, let alone together.”

  “I’m gonna wake up tomorrow morning and this will have been a hell of a dream.” Ewen mumbled, “Though…fuck…the way my knee feels, maybe not.”

  Frank rolled Ewen onto his back and began to knead the scarred leg above and below the joint. “This might help.”

  “Ah!” Ewen winced. “Yeah, Jesus, I’d have dated you before this if I’d known you’d do that!” he mumbled.

  “If I’d known you weren’t getting PT, asshole, I’d have offered sooner,” Frank growled.

  “You’re cuter than the physical therapists I had.” Ewen smiled.

  I felt a little left out again. I must have frowned.

  Frank turned his head to look at me. One dark eyebrow lifted. “You just wait, Gail, I ain’t forgot you.”

  “Sorry….” Ewen reached out to squeeze my arm. “Didn’t mean to ignore ya.” “You’re hurting. Don’t worry about it.” I rolled closer to him.

  He kissed my forehead. “Don’t want to screw up the first date so quick.”

  “You weren’t, it’s just a funny situation….” I cuddled harder into his side. “I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks.” Frank shifted so he could stroke my legs as well as Ewen’s. “The two of you flirting, looking and getting pink whenever you got caught. All I could do not to laugh sometimes.”

  I hid my face.

  “It wasn’t that fucking obvious, was it?” Ewen growled.

  “There’s a fucking pool for when the two of you date,” Frank snorted.

  “So does this count?” I asked.

  “Nice blush. Yeah.” Frank leaned over me and kissed me very softly. He ran his hands up my sides. Tingling followed his fingers. “I ain’t gonna tell on you two.”

  “Like you’ll have to.” Ewen hugged me again. “I’m not good at hiding things.”

  “Fuck up at work, and I’ll burn your damn ears off,” Frank murmured.

  “You are such an asshole,” I giggled. It was hard to even think as he ran his fingers back into my pussy.

  “Yup. Paid for it, professional even.” Frank dug his fingers into me. “Oh yeah.” I shuddered as he pushed three fingers up into me, but not in pain. Harsh pleasure ran up my body as he finger-fucked me. I looked at his face. No smile, nothing gentle there at all. Why was I biting my lips to keep from screaming just at his expression? Because he was scary?

  He pulled his fingers out of me. “I ain’t asking this time.” He crouched over me and I felt his dick brushing my lower lips again.

  Ewen kissed me. “I can see the answer’s yes anyway.”

  I couldn’t say it out loud, but nodded. He thrust into me. My pussy was throbbing so hard, I couldn’t tell if it hurt. I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow. I screamed as he rammed home. Ewen got out of the way, letting Frank hold me close and tight, thrusting slowly in and out of me, tiny movements that made me shudder in pleasure.

  Frank shivered. I managed to open my eyes for an instant. Ewen was behind him, pushing a gloved hand into Frank’s ass. Some part of me wondered where the glove had come from, but I lost that thought as Frank groaned and began to thrust harder into me.

  “Do you want it?” Ewen leaned closer, his voice a growled whisper.

  “Oh fuck, do me, yeah!” Frank moaned. What was he going to do? Frank clutched me tight, burying his head in my shoulder and moaning again. I looked down his back to see that Ewen was pushing his hand slowly and carefully into Frank’s ass. Fisting, oh my God. Frank whimpered as he was violated from behind.

  “Best I can do tonight.” Ewen had a fierce look on his face. “Keep doing her!”

  “Yeah.” Frank began to move again.

  “Harder.” Ewen jerked his arm.

  Frank screamed and thrust into me. “Oh, God, you son of a bitch!” I couldn’t even feel Ewen as Frank fucked me, bringing me to thrashing screams of pleasure and pain. He didn’t stop this time, didn’t check on me. I felt my pussy tighten up on him. I was coming, even in the burn of his huge cock plunging into me.

  “Oh, you bitch, oh, God!” Frank shouted. For a moment I saw Ewen again behind him, thrusting into his ass, smiling down on us.

  “That’s it, I want to see you two come together.” Ewen grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed it hard. That little pain sent me over the edge. I struggled under Frank as the pleasure hit me, spasms so intense I couldn’t lay still. He held himself up on his forearms, moaning as I screamed. I couldn’t tell if he was feeling pleasure or pain or both.

  When I opened my eyes again, Frank and Ewen were kissing. Frank was sweating as if he’d run a race. Ewen was smiling. “I’m taking it out now.” Ewen moved slowly.

  Frank shuddered and shivered as Ewen slowly took his arm out of Frank’s body. I couldn’t quite watch; that was beyond anything I’d ever imagined.

  “It’s okay, Gail, I liked it.” Frank looked down at me. “It’s one of my kinks. I dunno how soldier boy knew.” “Lucky guess.” Ewen stripped the glove away and pitched it into trash. “You said you were a perv.”

  Frank slowly pulled away from me. I was sticky with sweat, and it wasn’t all his. My legs felt weak. My throat was a little hoarse from screaming.

  “You good?” he asked, rubbing a hand over me.

  I nodded. I didn’t trust my voice yet.

  He grinned and lay to one side of me. Ewen took the other side, and relaxed with a loud sigh.

  Nobody said anything. I found myself drifting off to sleep. I awoke to soft voices over my head.

  Ewen murmured, “I might want her to myself once in a while.”

  Frank sighed and lost the smile. “I can see that. I could say the same about either of you. But not if you ain’t interested.”

  “You didn’t let me finish. Only as long as I get you alone, too,” Ewen continued.

  I lay on my back and smirked. They sounded so serious.

  “What about you, Gail?” Ewen sounded a little worried. “Oh, I was just realizing what I was going to buy with my bonus.” I answered. I wanted to date both of them, which was weird. Ewen was strong and sweet. Frank was scary, but strong and careful. Different guys, even more different when they were doing things to each other. There was definitely one thing I’d need to date either of these bikers.

  “What’s that?” Frank reached out to squeeze my shoulder. “A leather jacket.” I rolled over and smiled hard at both of them.

  The Regular Giselle Renarde

  “Tell me what happened or I’ll tie your ass hair to your pubes!” “What makes you think I have either?” Toby grinned, gyrating his hips in Saada’s direction, green apron flapping as his hands danced above his head. Spinning behind her like a figure skater, he brought more filters down from the storage cupboard.

  “Excuse me!” the rich bitch in front of the counter intruded. “Would you mind watching your mouth in front of respectable customers?” Saada dropped the dozy cow’s vanilla soy latté on the counter, letting a few drips of the fawn liquid splash from the sides of the paper cup. Eyes wide and innocent as a calf’s, she replied, “I would gladly watch my mouth if there were any respectable customers here.”

  The woman in the white fur coat bobbed her head like a Thanksgiving turkey, her bad wig threatening to fall onto the glass dessert case. Her mouth swung open long before any words came out. It hung there, gaping, until she finally scoffed, “Excuse me?!”

  Snapping a plastic lid o
nto the paper cup, Saada pushed it across the counter with her knuckles. “I can’t even pretend to respect someone who thinks slaughtered little bunny carcasses make a good fashion statement.”

  Rich bitch’s pupils vibrated with such intensity, Toby thought her retinas were about to detach. Eying Saada’s dark serpent necklace paired with a studded-leather dog collar, the rabbit killer muttered, “You’re one to talk about fashion.” Through pursed lips, she then demanded to speak to the 'intolerably rude' girl’s manager.

  Saada’s expression betrayed no concern as she turned to call Machiavelli von Hitlerston in from the lunch room. After three years of working side by side with the Radi-Femi-Veg, Toby knew her countenance and her true feelings rarely crossed paths. He also knew that with one more warning for vulgarity, she’d be out on her ass.

  “I’m the manager here,” Toby declared in the deepest, most authoritative tone he could muster. Through squinty eyes, rich bitch assessed the skinny arms poking out from his beige standardissue shirt as he brushed the coffee grounds from his hands. “Well? What do you plan to do about behavior like this?”

  Heart beating like crazy in his chest, Toby was convinced the old bag would call his bluff. Glancing at Saada as she evaded the woman’s peering eyes by cleaning the steam nozzle, he shrugged. “Encourage it?”

  Turkey-neck gawked at Toby, collagen lips open wide as a baby’s at feeding time. “Well, don’t expect to see me back in your store any time soon. I only spend my money where I’m valued as a customer.”

  A smile broke across Saada’s naturally full lips, revealing a row of perfectly squared teeth. Her ponytail of wavy, black hair bobbed as she waved goodbye with one hand like those ceramic cats you see in Chinese convenience stores. What color was her skin? Not quite light, but not quite dark. Olive, maybe? Where she came from was one of the few things Toby didn’t actually know about her.

  Once rich bitch and her dead bunny jacket were out the door, Saada bid, “Good riddance!” “Holy shit!” Toby whispered, grasping at his heart. With no customers in line, he snuck around to the stools on the coffee-lush side of the counter. “You’re gonna get us fired one of these days, you know that?”