Meeting a Neighbor's Needs

by Qwillia Rain

  A few hours later, I woke before him. An impish devil within me had me fastening the leather cuffs firmly over his wrists, locking him onto the bed, arms spread wide. As I slid the last strap through its buckle, Garrick woke and tugged at his bindings. Against the inside of my thigh, I could feel his arousal. Slipping down to tease the throbbing tip with the moist heat of my body, I whispered against his lips, “You want this?”

  Silently he nodded, his hands curled into fists.

  Turning his words back on him, I taunted, “You’re gonna have to work for it.”

  Rising to my knees, I dragged a condom from my nightstand, ripped open the packet, and smoothly rolled it down his thick stalk. I crawled up his body, my thighs straddling his 76 Qwillia Rain

  waist. Leaning forward, I teased his lips with the puckered tip of my breast. “I’ve never met a man yet,” I whispered, “who could make me come just by sucking my breasts.” Meeting his wry grin, I asked, “Do you think you can do it?” Bobbing my breast to his parting lips, I added, “Make me come, just by sucking?” I pressed my damp, hot core against the sensitive flesh of his lower belly.

  His lips swallowed my tit, teeth teasing the taut nipple. He laved and suckled and nibbled my breasts until I climaxed, my hot, wet juices coating the soft fur covering his lower belly. Next, I had him use his mouth on my pussy to make me come. This too he did, his cock straining for release behind me, but he remained silent. We had kicked the covers aside early in our escapade, and they now tangled around our feet as I finally relented and slid down to take his engorged cock within me. His thrusting hips lifted me onto my knees.

  Controlling the depth of his plunges was impossible even with him bound beneath me. I rode his length, my hands fisted in the fitted sheet beside his shoulders, gasping and groaning at the fierceness of his movements.

  Beneath me, Garrick remained eerily silent, his eyes focused on mine, never allowing me to look away. His lips glistened with the dew of my flesh. Leaning forward, I kissed away the taste of myself, stroking the moist cavern of his mouth, tangling with his agile tongue.

  That same zing of awareness that had warned me of George’s ownership of me zipped through my core and wound around my heart. Squeezing the breath from my lungs, it frightened and aroused me all at the same time. Christ, I wondered, how could two men possess me?

  There were months of give and take, growing familiarity, and comfort in place between George and me. I couldn’t say the same for Garrick, but that same sensation of belonging coiled in my center, intertwined with the spiraling tension of my building orgasm.

  A cool breeze spilled over our joined bodies, but I ignored it, so focused was I on enjoying every hard inch buried within me. It was only as the bed depressed behind me with the weight of another man that I realized what the breeze meant.

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  George had returned.

  Hearing me with someone else, he must have decided to investigate.

  George must have also released his cuffs, because Garrick’s thrusts continued unabated though his hands now fastened on my hips, steadying them for each plunging stroke of his shaft.

  The ripping of foil and the whisper of latex preceded a second set of hands smoothing over my back, pushing Garrick’s hold to the backs of my thighs, drawing my legs wide, exposing the moist opening of my ass. I knew it was George. His calloused fingertips and delving strokes announced him long before his rubber-covered cock slipped into me, riding counterpoint to Garrick’s motions. His hands eased over my damp breasts, teasing the puckered nipples, squeezing the swollen globes with every plunge of his penis within me.

  The three of us climaxed simultaneously, our cries filling the bedroom and echoing in the silent night. Sandwiched between the two, I stayed complacent as they took their time stroking my softening curves, their semierect cocks easing from my body.

  Drawing me off Garrick, George laid me in the center of the bed. After disposing of their condoms, George urged Garrick onto his side so they could both stroke and fondle my body. My hands smoothed over their flat bellies, dipping into the nest of hair surrounding their penises, caressing the twin sacs dangling beneath their filling lengths.

  George’s fingers dipped into my curls, smoothing the trickle of passion left by my climax into the moist hair, laving the bud of nerves hidden within the folds of my body until I gasped with renewed arousal.

  “She always looks so pretty when she’s wet from fucking, don’t you think?” he asked, his eyes focused on my pussy. His fingertips delved into the wet opening, teasing the awakening muscles.

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  “Mm, yes,” Garrick agreed, sliding up to rest his back against my headboard. Hips level with my head, his hand slipped over my damp breasts, lifting my arm away from George, easing me onto my side.

  With my back to George, Garrick’s arousal brushed my cheek, then tapped at my moist lips. “I love to see her pussy swallowing a hard cock. Doesn’t even have to be mine. She seems to enjoy it so much.”

  He pulled my arm up and twined my fingers around one of the thick spindles on the headboard. I watched as Garrick’s hips inched closer until he slipped his length into my mouth, his eyes meeting mine before traveling down my body.

  Behind me, I heard George slide another condom on. Propping my leg over his hip, George eased his engorged staff into my sheath. The position allowed Garrick full view of every wet inch as George’s cock glided in and out of me.

  They took their time, seeming in no hurry to gain their satisfaction. It was as if they were more excited by watching one another’s cocks slip in and out of me than by the sexual act they participated in. As if drawn to one another, George or Garrick would pause in their ministrations to caress an arm or a shoulder. The few inches of Garrick’s cock that I couldn’t take into my mouth, George stroked and squeezed, smiling in satisfaction at the hiss of arousal sliding from the other man’s throat.

  Taking my cue from them, I let my arousal build, allowing the soft, caressing touches and slow advance and retreat of their thrusts to draw quiet groans and moans from my lips.

  Despite the control each exhibited in drawing out our lovemaking, neither man could deny the needs of their body or mine. When the thrust of his hips increased, I knew the end was approaching for George. Once he reached climax, it was just a matter of seconds before I would.

  Sensing that end, I watched as a light shimmered in Garrick’s eyes. Leaning down, his hand fisted in George’s mussed waves and his mouth captured my neighbor’s. As their Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs

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  tongues tangled, I watched as both men fought for supremacy in the intimate embrace.

  Garrick won.

  Simultaneous explosions toppled all three of us into orgasm as Garrick swallowed George’s hoarse cry of climax while the salty wash of Garrick’s seed filled my mouth and shot down my throat.

  Moving into the bathroom, we shared the tiled shower stall, each man taking a turn bathing my body before turning their attention to each other. I took my own moments to stroke and fondle the broad, tanned bodies crowded into my shower. Once finished, each passed a towel quickly over their frame before focusing on drying me. Sated and exhausted, we returned to the bed and slept, their heads pillowed on my full breasts, their fingers tangled in the curls guarding my womanhood.

  Both men slept heavily when I woke later. The sun shone through the sheers on my French door. Easing from their hold, I quietly closed the drapes, throwing the room into shadow. I watched them as they slept, their bodies so similar, but with distinct differences.

  Garrick was more muscular than George, his broad chest covered in a dusting of curly black hair while George’s chest was only lightly furred, firmly muscled, with a deep tan from working outdoors with his shirt removed. A smaller wedge of hair began on his flat abdomen and arrowed down in short, dark, salt-and-pepper swirls to encircle his penis.

  Unable to resist, I moved silently to
bind both men to the bed facing one another.

  Using Garrick’s cuffs and my own, I fastened the arms on which each man lay to the head of the bed and the others to the sides of the frame. Just enough play in the chains on the upper arms would allow them to almost touch each other across the narrow expanse separating them on the queen-size bed. From my closet, I collected my video camera and the tripod to hold it. Aiming it at the bed, I brought the occupants into focus and switched it on, taping as I gathered Garrick’s cherry wood box and knelt beside the bed.

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  The visions filling my head aroused me quickly. Selecting the two smaller replicas from their velvet casing, I smoothed a thin layer of lubricant onto each and moved behind George.

  Slowly, trying to keep from waking him, I applied a generous dollop of lubricant between the spread cheeks of his bottom. Reaching around him, I caressed his semierect member at the same time I pressed the smaller prosthetic into him. Feeling the initial resistance, I gasped, wondering if this tiny thrill of arousal was the same as the one these men experienced when they’d forced their hot lengths into my tight passage.

  Careful strokes and firm pressure finally seated the device completely within him.

  Leaning forward, I stroked my fingers over George’s straining arousal, knowing he was awake by the harsh breaths I could hear. “Don’t move, baby,” I whispered, rocking the cock slightly. “I’ve got a treat for you.” Gathering a condom from the nightstand, I rolled it down his throbbing length.

  Circling the bed, I prepared Garrick and inserted his replica of the dog’s cock with swift efficiency, though Garrick struggled a little. As with George, I sheathed Garrick’s swollen dick in a layer of latex. Now for the next move. I grinned to myself. Drawing the ebony length from the case, I eased onto the bed between the men and leaned against the headboard.

  Knowing their eyes were fixed on me, I performed for them and the camera.

  First, I licked the black cock, Black Beauty, like a lollipop, swallowing nearly the half the length, my eyes closed in ecstasy. Their hands smoothed up my thighs, spreading them to tangle their fingers in the wet curls at my apex. Trailing the damp penis over my erect nipples, I asked, “Are you being good?”

  I could see in the mirror facing the bed that the prosthetics were inching out of their asses, “No, no, no,” I tutted. Setting aside my toy, I reached over both their backs at the same time and pushed the cocks back into place.

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  They strained away, their erections sliding over my legs as they rolled toward me.

  Caressing the firm flanks, I pulsed the replicas within them and ordered, “Hold on to them, or I won’t play anymore.”

  They groaned, their fingers clamping tightly on my thighs.

  With a chuckle, I picked up the ebony staff and teased the damp curls between my thighs with it. “Should I do Black Beauty here?” I asked, assured of their positive response.

  Working together, they tugged me down to lay between them. Garrick pulled my right leg over his, his erection hot against my thigh, his fingers spreading the wet, swollen flesh hiding my passage. George did the same, his hand on mine, urging me to ease the thick, jet-colored cock inside.

  As I slipped the broad tip in, I arched, pressing my breasts up against the stubble-rough cheeks of their faces. Hungry lips clamped down on my straining nipples. Inching the shaft deeper, I felt their hands cover mine, urging me to take the full length. Slipping my hands from beneath theirs, I allowed them to control my penetration, my hips lifting as my inner muscles stretched to accommodate the replica.

  Moving slowly, I eased my arms around the backs of their heads, cupping their jaws, feeling the flexing tendons as they suckled my aching breasts. Against my hips, their straining cocks thrust in tandem with their manipulation of Black Beauty, as I’d dubbed it, within me. Slow, then fast, drawing it nearly free before pushing it swiftly back in. I rode the ebony staff to climax twice.

  Against their protests, I slipped Black Beauty out and discarded it over the edge of the bed. Turning my back on Garrick, I locked my gaze with George’s. Draping my right thigh over Garrick’s, I circled his hot length with my fist and guided him to my wet pussy. In a moist, prolonged slide, I drew him in, all the while focusing my sight on George. Pumping and rocking my hips, I rode him until sweat beaded our flesh and my hair hung in damp 82 Qwillia Rain

  tendrils around my face. As I felt the pulsing wash of his completion fill his protective sleeve, I leaned forward, pressing my lips to George’s.

  Our tongues tangled, George separated me from Garrick’s limp grasp. Draping my right thigh over his left, he slid his full length into my wet center. Twisting me beneath him, he pressed my legs wide, slamming forcefully within my quivering sheath. Fluids from my previous climaxes spilled over our bodies, seeping down my thighs with every powerful thrust of George’s hips. My hands slid to his flanks, caressing the flexing muscles, urging him to move faster, higher, harder within me.

  My questing fingertips brushed the slick edge of the prosthetic. His pumping hips were working the toy free of his body. Timing my move to coincide with his thrusts, I gripped the handle and shoved the cock back into place.

  The action sent George spiraling into climax. Grunting, groaning, his hips battering mine, he came in a surging rush, greater than any I’d ever felt from him before. It ignited my own orgasm. With a cry, I felt my spasms milk his hot length, the thin layer of latex the only thing keeping my body from sucking up every last drop of his seed.

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  Chapter Five

  Not long after that night, George invited Garrick to join us permanently. Together we moved into a house and recently celebrated our second year as a threesome. Ours is an unconventional relationship, but what I have with my men, I’ve never felt with anyone before. We complete one another in ways we’d never imagined.

  Sometimes random encounters can become significant, life-changing events. It sounds clichéd, but hey, if it works, right? Considering how I met George and consequently Garrick, if I hadn’t been in a certain spot at a certain time, I’d never have known about either man.

  Looking back on the last two years, I have no regrets. I know what I have is out of the ordinary, but George, Garrick, and I aren’t exactly your everyday average trio. The three of us don’t advertise the way we live, but we don’t hide it either.

  I’ve never worried about what others think or say about me because, you can’t control other people’s thoughts, right? What is important is that those people we count as friends have never turned their backs on us, and those who did were never our friends in the first place.

  Knowing what fantastic lovers they are, I figure fatherhood shouldn’t be too difficult for them. Now, all I have to do is get them to help me make a baby or three.

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  And knowing my guys, they’ll flip a coin to see who gets to be a daddy first. With baby number two it will be who takes the longest to get me preggo. Baby number three we’ll leave to chance.

  The fun to be had while we work on my little project just makes my pussy tingle.

  …for now

  Qwillia Rain

  Qwillia Rain grew up loving books. From an early age she was creating stories to go with the pictures. By high school she was penning romances for her friends and shocking them with the graphic nature of the love scenes. After leaving her home in Las Vegas, Nevada for Anchorage, Alaska, Qwillia discovered there were other authors who enjoyed throwing open the bedroom doors and exploring the darker side of human nature. She left Alaska for Billings, Montana, but the travel bug struck again. Currently, Qwillia resides in Raleigh, North Carolina, drawing inspiration from the history, scenery, and rich diversity of the South.

 

 

 
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