by Primula Bond
Mick tugged down my panties, but made no move to remove my socks. Maybe it was some fetish of his, or maybe he simply didn’t want me standing on the cold floor of his van in bare feet? I didn’t have time to worry about it, as Mick had joined Troy in unzipping himself and bringing his cock out for me to admire. Aware the stakes had been raised a level, Russ did the same.
Nothing could have prepared me for the reality of being confronted by three cocks of different sizes, all equally hard and excited. Which one to pick first? Troy had the length, while Mick’s was the first circumcised penis I’d encountered, its foreskin neatly trimmed away. But it was Russ’s I reached for, almost by instinct, greedy to taste that smooth, slightly curved length.
I crammed him into my mouth and slurped at his crown, licking up the salty droplets forming there. Before I could get too carried away, he pulled out and let Troy take my place. I’d talked in my fantasy about sucking my lovers hard, but that wasn’t necessary here. This was all about tasting and teasing, responding to Mick’s earthy aroma and the faint scent of aftershave clinging to Troy’s crisp mat of black curls.
Which one of them handed round the condoms I’ll never know. In turn, both Mick and Russ stepped away to strip off and rubber up, taking the safety-first approach my fantasy partners never needed. As with the bourbon, Troy declined. ‘I want your mouth, Lorraine,’ he told me firmly, staking his claim.
Laid flat, the front seat made a perfectly adequate bed. Mick arranged me on it on hands and knees. As I waited for someone to make the next move, my fingers strummed my clit before slipping up into my cunt, already relaxed enough to take something far more substantial than those two slim digits.
‘Any hole, you said?’ Mick growled in my ear, and with that I knew his intended destination. Kevin had never fucked me there, and the prospect made my stomach lurch with nervous anticipation.
He spat on his fingers and used them to loosen me up. While he played with my arse, I sucked eagerly on Troy’s cock, cheeks hollowing with the effort of giving him a blowjob I hoped he’d always remember.
Mick pushed slowly into my rear hole, exclaiming at how tight I was there, and for a few gorgeous instants I was full at both ends. Mick’s thrusts shoved me hard onto Troy’s cock, in a furious rhythm that I quickly learned to move with. But the sight of Mick buried in my arse proved too much for Troy, and his come gushed down my throat in jets too quick to taste.
As Mick thrust back and forth, I looked round, wanting Russ to join the party. He grinned at me. ‘All in good time, you greedy thing,’
Keeping my desire on a steady boil, I skimmed my finger over my clit, occasionally making contact with Mick’s balls as his relentless thrusts jolted me forwards. The tautness of the sac, drawn up close to his body, suggested he wasn’t far off coming. Almost before I’d registered the fact, he groaned, pulling me hard onto his groin as he shot his spunk into the condom.
Spent, Mick rolled off me, leaving the way clear for Russ. To my surprise, Russ lay back on the seat and invited me to climb onto his groin. His hands clutched my arse cheeks, squeezing them lovingly.
‘I love having a woman on top,’ he told me. ‘Means I can look into her eyes as we fuck.’
With that, I knew this wasn’t going to be as rushed as the fuck I’d just enjoyed with Mick, exciting as that had been. As I sank my pussy down onto Russ’s cock, clasping him in my velvet depths, I felt a connection that had been missing in everything I’d done so far tonight.
Mouth close to my ear, Russ whispered, ‘I’ve wanted you for so long, Lorraine. Didn’t think the first time would be quite like this, but I’m not complaining.’
‘I’m glad to hear it.’ Bending low, I dropped a kiss on his lips, letting him know this was different, this was about us. I began to ride him, rising and falling on his hot, sturdy length. Though Troy and Mick watched us intently, somehow it still felt as though we were on our own, far removed from the mundane setting of the camper van.
As my passion rose, I squeezed my tits, moulding them together and earning an appreciative groan from somewhere in the van. Just as I’d always dreamed in my fantasies, the moment had become about my satisfaction, but that didn’t mean my audience couldn’t enjoy it, too.
Dreamily, I dropped a hand down to my pussy and stroked my tight bud where it peeped from between my stretched sex lips. The sight of me, lost in pleasure, tipped Russ over the edge and, calling my name over and over, he came. He looked so beautiful in the throes of his orgasm, wild and abandoned, and I surrendered to the climax that had been building ever since he’d first cupped my crotch through my jeans.
We pulled apart but went on kissing and touching each other, as Russ and Troy arranged the back seat into the van’s second bed, making it clear we were staying where we were tonight.
‘I want to do this again, Lorraine,’ Russ murmured, stroking my hair. ‘Just you and me. Well, most of the time anyway.’
I tried to answer him, telling him how much the idea of having him in my life on a more permanent basis appealed, but sleep was already overcoming me.
* * *
I was the first to wake the following morning. The boys were still sleeping off the after-effects of our night of pleasure. It gave me all the opportunity I needed to slip behind the steering wheel, open the cover of the fuse panel and replace the ignition fuse that I’d removed when the boys had gone for their comfort break the night before. Now the engine should start first time and we could be on our way, back to civilisation and all that that entailed.
Despite myself, I couldn’t help offering a few silent words of gratitude to Kevin. My ex-husband might have turned out to be a grade-A arsehole, but the business he’d owned had been a garage, and that had encouraged him to teach me all I needed to know, and more, about car maintenance, including any number of ways to immobilise a vehicle. Thanks to him, I’d just enjoyed the wildest sex of my life. But he was history. Russ was the future – and in him I sensed I’d found a lover who didn’t mind the fact that, when it came to taking pleasure with other men, I was a very greedy girl indeed.
Anything She Wants
Giselle Renarde
‘You know I’d do anything for you,’ Angus said. His gaze was hot and forceful, though somewhat pleading as well. ‘I mean it – anything! All you have to do is ask.’
One of his large hands petted Mira’s forearm above the table, while the other grasped her thigh underneath it. She wished that hand would migrate up a little farther. The only problem, if it could be called a problem, was that she was already so turned on by his intensity that she would probably come the second his firm fingers touched her throbbing clit. Right in the middle of the restaurant. Just like in When Harry Met Sally, except Mira’s orgasm would be one hundred per cent real.
‘I don’t think you realise what you’re saying,’ Mira told him. She inched her chair away from his wandering hands to prevent any serious embarrassment. People called Mira shameless, mostly behind her back, but even she had limits. ‘How can you offer to do “anything” for me without knowing what “anything” might entail?’
‘Because I trust you,’ he said with a shrug, like it was just that easy. ‘You’d never ask me to do anything I wouldn’t like.’
‘Wouldn’t I?’ Mira cocked her head.
‘No,’ he said. ‘That’s how a relationship works.’
Angus was sweet, in addition to being formed almost entirely of muscle. Mira appreciated the combination. The sweetness of his character softened the lean planes of his undeniably hot body. When he talked about trust and honesty and relationships, she just wanted to rip off all his clothes.
When he focused on the menu, Mira wondered what he was thinking about. Could he actually concentrate on the tiny words printed on that laminated card? Was he really thinking about dinner? Because, now that Angus had made that lovely little declaration about doing anything for her, all Mira could think about was Nathan.
She waited until after they’d ordered and recei
ved their meals before asking, ‘Have you ever fucked another guy?’
Angus choked on his steak, which she really ought to have anticipated. Their waiter glided towards the table, but Mira brushed him away with a friendly smile. She stroked Angus’s back until the hacking subsided.
‘You OK?’ she asked.
His eyes were wide and buggy, but he nodded. In a blunt whisper, he said, ‘I can’t believe you just asked me that.’
‘Why?’ She half-shrugged, très casual.
‘Because,’ he said, still whispering, ‘we’re in public! You can’t just go asking questions like that in the middle of a restaurant.’
‘OK,’ she said simply, then ate some asparagus, a forkful of rice. ‘I gather from your extreme reaction that you have indeed done what I asked you about.’
Angus mopped the sweat from his forehead. ‘Jesus, Mira. Would you cut it out?’
She nodded as she cut off a square of salmon and scooped it up with her rice. In fact, she took a few more bites, more asparagus, more salmon, because she knew once she’d said what she was about to say, they were leaving the restaurant for good.
‘It’s only …’ Mira scooped up a final bit of salmon. ‘The idea of you with another guy really turns me on.’
An intense blush bled up Angus’s thick neck and took over both his cheeks. His hand shot up like a schoolboy who knew all the answers. When the waiter looked over, he said, rather too loudly, ‘Cheque, please.’
With a smirk, Mira plucked the cloth napkin from her lap and dabbed it against the sides of her mouth. He couldn’t get her home fast enough.
* * *
Angus pulled his shirt off almost before she had the door unlocked. She laughed at him and said, ‘Cool your jets, bub. I had to pee the whole way here.’
He wasn’t wasting any time. The second the front door closed, Angus pressed her up against it, kissing her so forcefully she could barely breathe. His cock was hard already. She could feel it throbbing against her thigh, and she wiggled around in his grip, trying to line up his cockhead with her clit. If only she were a few inches taller she’d be able to rub herself off against him so perfectly he’d probably cream his pants.
It wasn’t long before Mira’s full bladder got the better of her. Angus’s tongue and hands were insistent, and usually that was a good thing, but right now she really had to go. Sliding against the door, she wriggled from his grip and scampered towards the bathroom.
‘Sorry!’ she called out as she closed the door. ‘Make yourself comfortable.’
‘No problemo,’ he called back, and when she stepped out of the bathroom she found him naked in her bed.
Big surprise.
‘Wow, you made yourself … really comfortable.’
He wrapped his fingers around his thick cock and teased it casually as she slipped off her dress. ‘You want it, you got it.’
‘Mmm.’ She reached around, unhooked her bra and followed his gaze to her bare breasts. His cock jerked visibly against his palm. ‘But you know what else I want?’
‘What’s that?’
She squirmed out of her panties and tossed them to the floor. The place was kind of a mess, but she didn’t care. She knew Angus wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings.
Perching naked on the edge of the mattress, she said, ‘You were supposed to tell me about fucking another guy. You’ve done it, right?’
Angus’s hand slowed against his shaft. He cleared his throat before saying, ‘Not exactly fucking, no.’
Mira climbed up onto the bed on her hands and knees, letting her breasts sway as she moved. She knew he liked that hypnotic motion.
‘What, then?’ She licked his thigh, kissed the back of his hand, and he shuddered, squeezed his cockhead and closed his eyes. ‘Tell me about getting down and dirty with other dudes.’
‘Jesus, you’re gonna make me come,’ he complained.
She grinned and cocked her head, letting her long hair fall to one side. ‘You’re gonna make me come too, if you tell me what you did.’
Angus tossed his arm across his eyes, like he was trying to hide from the memory. Or maybe he just needed the darkness in order to delve inside those images.
‘Tell me,’ she ordered as his hand started to move against his thick shaft. ‘What did you do to him? Or what did he do to you?’
‘Together,’ Angus replied, still hiding, still stroking. ‘We did it together. No touching. It wasn’t like that. It wasn’t. Just this.’
His hand shuttled up and down his solid length, and Mira gasped with delight. ‘Oh, you mean you jerked off together?’
Angus nodded.
‘That’s hot, dude.’ Mira sat back on her heels and spread her legs. ‘I’m totally gonna play with my pussy while you tell me about it.’
That got a reaction.
Angus pulled his arm away from his eyes and looked at her, perched near the foot of the bed. ‘You … do that?’
Mira laughed, and she watched his gaze settle on her perky tits. She did a little shimmy to flaunt them and said, ‘Of course. Did you really think girls … didn’t?’
His hand slowed against his cock, and his face grew nearly as red as his tip. ‘Well, I don’t know. Girls pretend they don’t.’
Playing the coquette, Mira said, ‘I’ll show you how I like it if you tell me about your close encounter with mankind.’
He laughed, but she could see how nervous he was from the way his muscles twitched. ‘It was no big deal.’
‘Who was it?’ she asked. ‘Who was the guy?’
‘Roommate,’ he said. One-word answers now, as he focused his gaze between her legs. She rewarded him by leaning back a touch and pressing the pad of her finger to her clit. Actually, just that little bit of attention made her arch and buck up into her hand. She must be even more turned on than she thought.
‘Old roommate,’ Angus went on. ‘Not this one. First roommate I had when I moved out of my parents’ house.’
‘Yeah?’ Mira encouraged, tweaking her nipple. She did it for effect, but that little pinch sent a lightning bolt to her clit, and she gasped in response. ‘So, what was his name?’
Angus wrapped his fist around his thick shaft and just held it for a moment. ‘I don’t want to tell you.’
‘OK.’ She wouldn’t push. She knew this was uncertain terrain. ‘Where did you do it?’
‘His room.’ Angus held his cock so tightly his knuckles turned white. ‘That’s where he watched porn, on his TV in there. I went in one day without knocking. I thought he was saying my name. I thought he was calling me, but I opened the door and …’
Mira traced tight circles around her clit. ‘What was on the TV, Angus?’
‘Porn,’ he mumbled, watching her fingers.
‘What kind of porn?’
His hand moved a little faster on his dick. ‘Gay.’
‘What did you do?’ Mira pressed two fingers into her wet pussy and traced that juice up to her clit, getting that throbbing bud all slick and slippery. When she went at it again, they both moaned.
‘I was so mad,’ Angus said, and his anger was apparent in the way he stroked his cock – hard, almost violently. ‘I just shut the door and left. It pissed me off so much I didn’t talk to him for, like, three days.’
‘What did he do?’ Mira urged, doing away with the circles and rubbing her clit straight up and down. God, she was so turned on right now.
‘One day he just said, like, “I’m not gay, you know,” and I was like, “Yeah, I know.” Then he asked if I ever watched man-on-man porn and I said no, and he started telling me he liked it ’cause of how rough they were, how they fucked each other hard and it was nothing dainty, just raw fucking.’
‘You like raw fucking?’ Mira asked. Her voice was a growl.
So was his. ‘Hell, yeah.’
‘Me too.’ As much as she’d wanted to watch him come like a geyser all over his hand, she couldn’t fight the itch. Crawling on top of him, she said, ‘Tell me what you
did together.’
Angus groaned when she sank down on him, wrapping her tight puss around his thick cock. God, he filled her up. For a second, she was sure he’d come right away, but he didn’t. He just kept going with his story. ‘We watched it together, the porn, sitting on his bed. It was wrestling, two guys wrestling in skin-tight spandex, ripping it off each other, one guy shoving his cock in the other guy’s face.’
‘Fuck, yeah.’ Mira scoured her fat, aching clit so hard and fast her fingertips kept whacking Angus’s dick. Her breasts jumped so violently with every motion that she caught them both with one hand and dug her fingers into her flesh. ‘Tell me how you got off, baby.’
Angus brushed her hand away from her tits and squeezed them. ‘He started first, and I tried not to look, but I kinda felt hypnotised. He took his pants off and started jacking, so I did too. And I could see that he was looking at me, watching me fuck my hand, but he pretended he was all wrapped up in the porn. That was hot too. The winner of the wrestling got to fuck the loser however he wanted – fuck his face or his ass or both, just whatever he wanted to do.’
‘And it was rough?’ Mira encouraged. Angus pinched her nipples as she rubbed her clit, and she felt that jolt everywhere. Wouldn’t be long now. ‘The wrestlers, they sucked and fucked hard, huh?’
‘Shit, yeah. It was brutal. It was so fucking hot I jizzed my roommate’s bedspread, didn’t even see it coming.’
Mira’s clit was burning, and she licked her fingers then went back at it. ‘What did he do?’
‘He didn’t care. He was all about the porn, just stroking his dick like lightning while those wrestlers went at it. I watched him then. I don’t think he even remembered I was in the room. His hand was just a blur on his cock, up and down. Fuck, that flapping sound and the guys on screen grunting and swearing …’
Angus let go of Mira’s tits and grabbed her waist with both hands. He bucked up from below so hard his cock banged against her outer limits. She squeezed his length with her pussy muscles and he threw his head back, groaning. With any luck, they’d come together.
