My moans filled the room as they eagerly took me to ecstasy. As I caught my breath, Ben withdrew and sat back on the bed. I disengaged from Paul as Ben put another condom on.
Paul stood up and lifted me from the bed. He held me in the air as he impaled me on his cock again. Ben stood on the other side of me, helping to hold up my legs as his cock found my eager asshole once more. They held me up, fucking me as I’d always seen on the porn sites but had never tried. I wanted to cry, the sensation was so amazing.
Slowly, they lowered me down so that Ben was lying on the bed with his cock still up my ass. Paul held up my legs as his cock found my pussy once more.
Paul leaned over me, fucking me hard, his elbows looped around my legs as his hands gripped my waist, moving me up and down on both of them.
I stared into his bright blue eyes. He grinned at me as he thrust.
“Are you enjoying your fantasy?” he asked.
“Most definitely,” I sighed.
He leaned forwards to kiss me again. His teeth lightly bit my lips. “Good. So am I.”
My hands touched his chest, stroking his little firm nipples. I ran my fingers across his shoulders and down his arms. The magic these men were invoking in my body was beyond my wildest dreams and I moaned and sobbed with every thrust.
“I like to hear you,” Paul whispered. “It’s good to hear you.”
“No one spying on us today!” I gasped with a grin.
Paul angled himself so that he hit my G-spot. The slight difference in pressure sent me over the edge and a gush of warm liquid flooded from my pussy as I came all over them. As my juices ran down Ben’s legs, Paul withdrew.
“I want to come on your tits,” Paul said as Ben continued to fuck my ass.
I held my tits up, pulling on my nipples, as he peeled off his condom and stroked on his cock. His eyes stared intensely as my fingers tweaked and toyed with my breasts. His hand moved faster up and down his shaft until he cried out. His come spurted across my tits in a warm pulsing stream.
“Jesus,” he cried out, his body trembling.
I disengaged myself from Ben and rolled over. Paul went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up and returned with a washcloth. He gently washed his come from my breasts as Ben watched.
Paul kissed me fully on the mouth.
“Now, for you,” he said turning to Ben.
“How do you want to come?” I asked him.
“I want to fuck your beautiful pussy,” Ben said, pulling on another condom. He manoeuvred me so that I was on my hands and knees. He squatted behind me and slowly eased his thick cock into me.
I groaned with the newness of him and pushed back. He filled me up for a moment, his cock hot and throbbing inside of my warm tingling flesh.
His hands clutched my hips and soon he was fucking me hard and fast. The bed shook with his thrusts and I watched Paul watching us with a lusty look on his face as he sipped on a beer.
Ben fucked me hard and my head was spinning. His hands moved from my hips to my breasts and I sat up higher, taking him deeper, my hands reaching behind me to hold on to him for balance. Paul reached over and fingered my clit. More shudders throbbed through my body, lost in the frantic thrusting of Ben. My moans were soon joined by his, as he pumped his pleasure into me. He stiffened and cried out, and soon the pulse of his orgasm met with my own.
Ben collapsed on top of me and I lay under him for a while, enjoying the masculine warmth of his body pressed against mine, his panting breath loud in my ears.
As I slowly regained my senses, Ben rolled off me. Paul sat on the bed, holding out a beer for us.
“Thank you,” I said, as I took a bottle and drank deeply from it.
The next morning, we all went to the set. It was Ben’s last day and, when filming was finished, Paul and I said our goodbyes to him.
“It was lovely to meet you,” I said as I hugged him.
“I hope we meet again,” Ben said with a shy smile.
“I’m sure we will.”
That night I took Paul back to my hotel room and that was our routine for the next two days. We talked and fucked and drank lots of beer. It was a wonderful time to forget the reality of daily life back home. We talked about our threesome and other adventures we were curious to try. But fantasy can last only so long. I had to return home.
As I dropped Paul off at the set on my way to the airport, my heart ached.
“I guess this is goodbye, again,” I said sadly as we sat in the car.
“Yes, it is, for now,” he said.
“I guess I’ll see you at the premiere.” I averted my eyes.
He took my chin in his hand and tilted my face up towards his. His eyes were staring intensely at me. “You aren’t getting rid of me that easily. I’m going to come and see you once this movie wraps.”
I smiled as he kissed me fully on the mouth.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” I said with a laugh.
“What?”
I fumbled in my purse and brought out the key. I handed it to him. “I think this belongs to you.”
He took it and held it up. After a moment, he laughed. “Why you …” He kissed me fully on the mouth, his tongue darting against mine.
“I can hardly wait for this movie to be over,” he said. He slid out of the seat and closed the door. He peeked into the window one last time and winked.
I watched his tall lean form saunter away and I smiled.
Hot Out Here
Delilah Devlin
Beads of condensation, glittering jewel-like in the sputtering candlelight, ran in rivulets down the sides of Jason’s ice-cold beer.
Detail I shouldn’t have been able to note, given the fact I wasn’t anywhere near him.
As I lowered my nephew’s toy binoculars, I reflected that I had indeed sunk to a new low. You see, my bedroom window conveniently overlooks Jason and Robert’s fenced backyard. A fact that never registered with the previous tenants, but one that proved too delicious to ignore after the arrival of the handsome duo.
I began a furtive surveillance at once. One that had me cringing in embarrassment each time I greeted them in passing and feeling even more ashamed when we struck up a friendship.
We’d shared meals, drinks, watched football games together on their wide-screen TV. And still, I peeked into their backyard, waiting for those moments when they popped outside to mow it or catch a few summer rays. Their bodies gleamed with sweat while raw lust warred inside me along with the fear that I’d mess up our relationship if I let the guys know how I really felt.
My convenient perch on the windowsill afforded me a window into their private lives, and I was hooked from the very beginning. They’d become an obsession, one frustrated by the fact they treated me like a kid sister rather than a woman one of them might desire.
And therein lay another problem. I’d resisted the urge to seek a deeper relationship because then I’d have to choose. My libido was completely fickle, lusting after Jason’s muscled physique, then sighing over the possibilities of what Robert’s tall, bony frame and large feet hinted at. That their personalities were perfect bookends, fierce and funny, confused my heart as well.
Lucky me, I licked the sweat gathering on my upper lip while this night one of the handsome men living next door tilted his bottle and took several long sips. The look of pure bliss that softened his otherwise stern features made my chest ache.
I watched the movement of Jason’s throat as he worked it down, imagining him sipping at my overheated flesh. My skin began to tingle. My nipples beaded, crowding uncomfortably against my lace bra. My thighs clenched as a delicious wash of arousal seeped to wet the crotch of my plain panties.
The sigh he emitted as he set the bottle on the table was echoed by my own painful groan. Watching either of them had never caused my heart to skip a beat like that hint of a moan sliding on the tail of Jason’s long exhalation.
Sure, it was hotter than hell out there. I too felt the effects of the enervating heat
. Record temperatures had strained the region’s resources and planned service interruptions began that night. But something about that sigh felt … unsubtle, exaggerated, maybe even dramatic. And Jason was too straightforward a man for that.
I blotted sweat from my forehead, asking myself again, What am I doing?
Only this time, my peeping hadn’t been deliberate. I’d rushed home from work and showered quickly to beat the brownout. Then I’d put on my underwear, pulled back the curtains and opened the window, hoping for a breeze to cool my skin. Sitting limply on the sill, I waited for the world to flicker into life again.
That’s when I’d noticed him, sitting in a lounge chair alone in the dark.
He wore his usual work “uniform” – khaki trousers, white shirt and a tie. Tonight, the tie hung loosened and askew, his collar opened beneath it.
I could see it all despite the lack of electricity. Moonlight silvered his dark hair and reflected bright as a beacon against the white shirt. The golden light from the large citronella candle lent warmth to his skin and the amber bottle he held between his hands.
As always, he was lovely to watch, but tonight his expression drew my attention more than his breath-stealing features. A sullen slanting of his brows, a bit of pout plumping his masculine lips, an edgy energy to his slight movements – he was either irritated or aroused.
Wanting an answer to the “either-or”, I watched. My forte is observation; my people-radar exquisitely tuned to body language and a voice’s tonal cues. My curiosity and my lust were caught. No way could I back away from my window now.
The bottle tapped the table as he set it aside. A long-fingered hand tugged the knot of his tie, dragging it from his neck.
When he began to undo the row of buttons down the front of his shirt, I settled deeper on the sill, leaning closer, but taking care to keep my pale body hidden behind the sheer curtain.
The edges of the shirt parted over a broad, nicely muscled chest. My gaze zeroed in on taut, lean abs dusted with dense fur the same colour as his close-cropped black hair that stretched nipple to nipple then ran along a thin dark line to slip beneath his zipper.
His hand stroked his chest, scratching through the hair, the faint crinkling sound causing my own chest to tighten, my nipples to surge.
A light sheen of sweat glimmered on his chest and belly. Again, my tongue swept my lips, tasting salt, and I imagined I lapped the dew right off his skin.
When a lazily roaming hand slid over his belly, I tensed, fascinated, as he swept the flat plane. Would he be hard or desk-soft? He looked firm. So, I enjoyed fantasizing that he was and touched my own stomach, following his path.
His hand slid down to the knot bulging behind his fly, and he cupped it. Squeezed.
My own hands itched to replace his and grew still, clenching against the fantasy of holding his burgeoning cock as it roused. My cheeks heated and my breaths shortened. No need to tease my own body into arousal, moisture already soaked my panties.
The buckle opened, and the belt slid sinuously from the loops as he lifted his hips and pulled it free. A flick of his thumb and the button at the waistband of his trousers opened. His zipper rasped as it slid down.
Dark fabric formed a V-like shadow as his hand rooted beneath his waist, and then he slipped the long, gleaming column of his semi-aroused sex from the flap at the front of his boxers and wrapped his fingers around it.
I swallowed the liquid pooling in my mouth. I blinked to moisten eyes that had grown dry and scratchy as I stared, wide-eyed. My breaths grew ragged, a little choked, and I must have made a noise, because suddenly his head swung my way. His eyes narrowed on my bedroom window.
I froze, hoping his gaze couldn’t penetrate the darkness.
But a crooked smile slowly stretched his lips, and his hand tightened around himself and began to pump up and down the thickening rod, all the while staring up at me.
Jason knew I watched but didn’t seem to mind. I let out a deep, trembling breath and continued to stare, my own body heating, growing increasingly aroused in tandem with his hardening cock.
His head turned away, and his hand dropped from his engorged cock. It fell against his belly with a soft, muffled thud. Heavy, hot, thick – I knew its girth would stretch my mouth.
Another sound intruded. The chime of my doorbell. I bit back a curse and drew away from the window, slung on my robe, then headed downstairs to the front door.
Robert stood in on the stoop, a lazy grin on his face, a sweep of lank blond hair covering one eye and two beers dangling from his fingers. He was shirtless. Low-riding blue jeans encased his slender hips and long legs. His large feet were bare. “Thought you might like to join us.”
“Us?” I repeated stupidly, dragging my glance upwards again to lock with his.
“Jason and me?” His head tilted, and his pale-blue eyes studied me.
Did he know what Jason was up to? He hadn’t been in the backyard. Maybe he didn’t know and the invitation was issued without a carnal subtext.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t enjoyed a beer or dinner at their place before, but it had always been a “friend thing”.
“Are you OK? You look a little flushed.” The teasing glint in his eyes, and more, the narrowed focus of his stare, told me he knew exactly what I’d seen. His gaze slid beyond my shoulder into my darkened living room. “Keep us company until the lights come on?”
I nodded, afraid to attempt a verbal assent with my tongue glued to the roof of my dry mouth.
The cool beer slid into my hand, and he clasped my wrist to lead me through his house and into the backyard.
My heart pounded hard. I was afraid but also a little giddy to approach Jason after seeing so much of his naked body. When I stepped through the glass, I found him lying on the lounge chair completely nude except for a towel draped across his lap.
“Excuse me for not rising,” he said, a mocking smile curling the corners of his lips while a hard stare bored into me.
Unnerved, my chin came up and I rounded on Robert, whose watchful gaze narrowed on me. “So you both know I peeked. Did you bring me here to make fun of me?”
“Not at all,” Robert replied smoothly. “We thought you might be as hot as we are. Might like to cool off with a beer.”
“And that’s all?”
“If that’s all you want …” Jason dragged the towel from his hips and placed an arm beneath his head, a relaxed pose completely at odds with the extreme angle of his cock.
I couldn’t help thinking how nicely angled it was – nearly perpendicular to his hips, a seventy-five-degree angle at the very least.
Once again, with me watching, Jason wrapped his fingers around his shaft, just under the crown, and stroked towards his groin. The pull dragged the skin downwards, emphasizing the elegant shape of the tapered head, the gleaming satin that cloaked the hard column and the bluish veins that tracked all around it.
My gaze whipped back to Robert, but I couldn’t meet his eyes. I’d come, knowing something would happen, having been seduced by the heat and the promise of hard cock.
Robert’s hand still clasped my wrist, and his thumb smoothed over the thin skin.
Did he note the rapid beat of my heart as my excitement spiked? The hand holding the beer lifted, and he slid it into the opening of my robe, snuggling it between my breasts.
I gasped as cool moisture met my hot, flushed skin. A hand slipped up the inside of one thigh and I glanced down at Jason, whose expression held a hint of challenge. His fingers slid upwards, halting where my thighs clenched together, waiting …
“You trust us, don’t you?” Robert said softly. “We’re friends. That won’t change. But wouldn’t you like us to be … more?”
Wordlessly, I widened my stance, allowing Jason to smooth upwards until his fingers met the edge of the elastic banding at the top of my thigh. My gaze shot back to Robert’s who studied my reactions to Jason’s intimate touch.
“Open your robe, sweetheart,” Rober
t whispered, sliding the bottle up and down the centre of my chest.
My lips parted. I meant to say something to ease my embarrassment, something light and witty, but Jason’s fingers traced the damp cotton, burrowing into the fabric an between my swelling folds. I remained mute, knowing I couldn’t push a single word past my tightening throat. With my free hand, I pulled at the cord tied around my waist, loosening it. The edges of the robe fell open. Warm, muggy air brushed over my body.
Robert rolled the cold bottle across the tops of my hot breasts, then over the thin cups of my bra, lingering over my nipples until they began to sprout. He set aside the beer and pulled mine from my cramped fingers, then pushed the robe from my shoulders until it fell behind me to the ground. Standing in my underwear, two male gazes sweeping my curves, my uneasy qualms disappeared.
An opportunity presented itself. One of extraordinary appeal. Jason’s thickly muscled body gleamed with health and an alluring power. Robert’s long, lean frame was just as appealing, but in a very different way. So tall, I could rise on tiptoe and not meet his lips; his height overwhelmed me.
I liked the feeling of helpless femininity that swamped me. I was theirs for the taking. Even with Jason’s fingers strumming my pussy, I knew they were waiting for me to make the first move, to give them permission to proceed.
“How sturdy is that lounge chair?” I asked Jason.
His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Climb over me, and we’ll find out.”
“Not so fast, Jace,” Robert murmured. “She’s been spying on us.”
I pressed my lips together, but wondered why I no longer felt ashamed at the accusation. Jason’s fingers slid inside my underwear and between my slick folds.
I rocked on the balls of my feet, fighting the need to sway beneath his coaxing, sliding assault. Robert’s hand cupped my jaw, lifting my gaze, but I closed my eyes halfway, not wanting to meet his steady stare.
“Haven’t you, Emily? Haven’t you been watching us?”
I bit my lip, and then released it around a ragged exhalation. “Yes. I’ve been spying.”
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