There was a knock at the door and it quickly broke Jules out of her trance. Jules bent to the peephole before realising it was actually just a black dot that had been drawn on. ‘What the fuck!’ she muttered. Although she knew who stood behind the door, it would have been nice to get a split-second look first. She turned the handle and pulled the door open.
In front of her was a red-headed woman, masculine in face – square jaw, large nose, thick brows, with striking green eyes. Quickly her eyes moved to the man, of regular build, quite tall, tanned and with a mop of salt-and-pepper curly hair. Just as she scanned their faces, they did the same, and before three sets of eyes moved over legs, arms, asses and chests, Jules managed ‘Hello’. The greeting reciprocated Mr and Mrs Gray walked past her and into the room. Awkward. Jules now noticed the large black bag that Mr Gray dropped by the foot of the bed. For some reason she started to fantasise the bag being filled with apple pies, whipped cream and chocolate milk; stifling a laugh she pictured the pies wrapped in a chequered red-and-white tablecloth. Why now, of all times, she was imagining a picturesque picnic was unclear. She was here for one reason – the same one as the couple standing in front of her. However, she conceded that whipped cream might be fun!
Not a word spoken, Mrs Gray approached Jules, her face statuesque except for a childlike twinkle in her eyes. She looked as if she had just left an office, her nine-to-five business attire – navy skirt, white blouse, navy blazer with beige stockings and pumps – suited her; she looked appropriate. Mrs Gray ran her hands through Jules’s hair; Mr Gray was undressing behind them.
As he de-robed – jacket to shirt, pants to socks – he carefully folded his clothes and neatly placed them on the chair. God this woman’s eyes were green; Jules stared intently at her eyes, attempting to see the rim of a contact lens, but to no avail. The black bag was still there, visible, calling to her, but just as she went to ask about it, Mrs Gray’s tongue was in her mouth. It was hot; Jules liked it. She stepped closer to Mrs Gray, kissing her deeply and pushing her body hard against the navy-clad woman.
She always liked having her hair pulled and released a grunt as her head snapped back with a tug from behind; he was behind her, naked, his hand in her hair, his cock rubbing against her ass – she could feel his hardness through her leather miniskirt. He felt big, and she immediately wanted to be naked. As if reading her thoughts Mrs Gray ran her hands down Jules’s neck, across her breasts, slipping her right hand up her skirt. Grabbing hold of Jules’s stockings at the crotch she ripped them straight down and pulled hard. The cheap nylon snapped and burned as it tore from her skin. Jules was still wearing her stilettos, and was silently impressed with herself for this. She was warm and becoming wetter by the minute. Mrs Gray was bent by Jules’s legs, strong hands running up her calves, her thighs, the bottom rim of her ass; one hand shot to her labia and the massage was soft. As she rocked back into Mr Gray’s cock and forwards into Mrs Gray’s mouth, her hands found the bobbed red hair in front of her. She pulled up, wanting more and Mrs Gray obliged. Her tongue ran along Jules’s lips, parting them and flicking her tongue back and forth, back and forth, in a motion perfectly timed with the hard cock now nestled between Jules’s ass cheeks.
Her own hands went to her breasts and she squeezed just as she felt that hot tongue entering her; it was becoming fast, and she started to bend at the knee, pushing herself down onto the thick hot tongue. She was almost bouncing now; moaning softly, she was racing for immediate gratification, and instantly knew she wanted to slow down. Savour this. Reaching for the red hair she pulled, trying to pull the face to hers. She was met with resistance though. She tried again – nothing. This time she tried to turn around to face Mr Gray, and get a full view of that big cock she so enjoyed rubbing at her ass. He held her arms. She was quickly realising that she was here for one reason: for them to play with – for them to fuck. She would be taking it however they wanted to give it. Jules breathed in quickly. She wasn’t used to not being in control; this was new to her, and she had two choices: stop now, run, forget this ever happened, or let the afternoon play out. It was an easy decision.
Still holding her arms he pushed her onto the bed. She landed face first and remained that way. She could feel him standing behind her, starting to push her legs open with his own thighs. Resisting slightly, he pushed harder. Jules licked her lips; she had hoped it might be a bit rough. Mrs Gray walked to the other side of the bed and, lifting her head, Jules came face to face with her. She was standing still, looking from Jules to him and back to Jules. She was smiling, and Jules joined her.
He pulled on her skirt from the waist, lifting her ass up into the air. His hands felt rough on her ass cheeks, his thumb started circling her asshole, gently pushing on it while two of his fingers found her pussy. His hand was working quickly and Jules could hear him breathing heavily. She was wet; she reached to his hand and pushed another finger in. It went deep and, just as she reached for another, his thumb was in her ass. It was intense and dry. As if hearing her thoughts, Mrs Gray walked to the black bag, unzipped it and pulled out a bottle of lube. She threw it on the bed and walked back to face Jules; she didn’t skip a beat. He picked up the bottle and squirted her ass; the lube was cold, wet and it smelt like cherry. Fuck she hated cherry, but whatever, she could handle the smell more than the dryness and she wanted that thumb as far in her ass as possible.
God it was starting to feel really good, his rhythm in her pussy and up her ass was building. She knew instinctively that he was touching himself; she could hear his breath in sync with his movements both in her and with his free hand. She was on her knees now, hands spread in front, staring at Mrs Gray while thrusting her ass back and forth. She reached for her shirt and started to pull, when Mrs Gray reached over and pulled it off in one shot. That was two items of clothing ripped. She was starting to grunt and felt as if she was being prepped for something, and then – with no warning – his hand was out of her and he thrust his dick into her. He was big and thick and he reached for her waist and pulled her towards him. Mrs Gray was smiling and mouthing something Jules couldn’t quite make out. She was pushing against him, and his hands reached for her breasts and squeezed, massaging and pinching her nipples, then running his hands down her back, and slapping her ass. She let out a yelp at the slap and he did it again, and again she yelped. Her ass stung and she licked her lips for it tasted good. Mrs Gray leant over and licked Jules’s lips at the same time; again their tongues pulled and thrust against one another, as he fucked her pussy. He reached for her hair, pulling her back, and Mrs Gray stood up; she looked flushed and let her eyes fall on Jules’s body, now naked except for stilettos. Pulling down on Jules’s hips, pushing himself further into her, Mr Gray grabbed at her breasts and, grunting hard, their breath fell into rhythm.
She could feel him building, just as she was; it became faster, and harder, and his nails were now scouring down her stomach. She liked it – the simultaneous instant pain with the sweet thrust of his dick. He was fucking her hard, grabbing everywhere – her tits, her ass, her hair; he pulled her completely off the bed and, turning to the side, he pushed her down. Her hands found the floor and she was bent in half completely. As he pounded inside her, she desperately flailed to find a handhold. Finally grabbing on to her ankles she took him full force and the slap of his skin against hers echoed around the room.
With a barely audible roar he came, hard and fast, and she felt the rush. With that he threw her back to the bed. She turned over on her back, and looked up to find Mrs Gray still standing there staring down at her. The smile the same, her nine-to-five clothes the same, her masculine jaw somehow more square, and her brows furrowed. Their eyes broke apart and Jules looked to Mr Gray. He was rubbing his balls, his breath still loud and laboured, and his gaze was fixed intently on Mrs Gray. They were smiling at one another, and Mrs Gray walked to him, unbuttoning her blazer mid-stride. She undressed, leaving a pool of clothes at her feet; her pumps were kicked aside, and she stood na
ked in front of him. Bending to her knees, she licked the inside of his right and then left thigh. Moving his hand to the desk, she began sucking on his balls. Taking one, then both in her mouth she pulled back and just as quickly rushed forward and upwards with all of him in her mouth. His hand moved quickly up and down his dick; it was swelling and stretching all at the same time. Jules knelt on the bed and, as his hand grabbed the back of Mrs Gray’s neck, Jules grabbed the back of her neck. She mimicked sucking his cock, and he was now watching her as he forced his dick into Mrs Gray’s mouth. Jules watched; growing excited she started to touch herself, rubbing up down, slowly and then quickly, alternating in time to Mrs Gray sucking cock. She was building again.
Getting off the bed, she walked to them and knelt beside Mrs Gray. Kissing her neck, and reaching for her tits, Mrs Gray didn’t pull away. She groaned, her mouth full of cock, before arching her back slightly so Jules could better reach her tits. She squeezed the woman’s nipples and bit her neck. Turning to Mrs Gray’s mouth she watched it slide back and forth along his shaft and reached her own mouth to his balls. They tag-teamed him that way, as his excitement grew; grunting louder and louder, he quickly pulled back and came over Mrs Gray’s face. As he reached to steady himself with a hand on the desk, Mrs Gray walked to the bathroom to wash her face and, when she returned, she stood directly in front of Jules. Instinctively Jules knelt up, and greedily pushed her mouth against Mrs Gray’s pussy. Pulling and biting on her lips, licking from ass to front, Jules had to grab her ass from behind to give herself more leverage. She was engulfed in the woman’s pussy, tasting every bit of her; juices rolled down her chin and she reached to wipe them off, rubbing them down her neck onto her breasts. Mrs Gray threw a leg over Jules’s shoulder and pushed further and further into her mouth. Suddenly she pulled back, looked Jules in the eye and crossed to the bed.
Mr Gray picked up the black bag, laid it on the bed and opened it. He pulled out a strap-on and, still naked, walked to Jules. He was behind her, his cock growing hard again on contact with her ass. He bit her shoulder, pushed against her rhythmically and, from behind, used his hands to belt on the strap-on. It fit snug, and was not nearly as heavy as it looked.
Her nipples growing hard, Jules reached down and touched her dick; it was purple, ribbed and felt soft to the touch. She was excited; she had never fucked a woman before. Jules looked over to Mrs Gray who was laid on her back, knees bent and legs spread. She was propped on her elbows, her eyes begging Jules to walk the few steps to the bed and fuck her. Jules could taste her, and she wanted more. She wanted to bring her to the point of orgasm before fucking her. Walking over, she bent down slightly; with her knees propped on the edge of the bed, she dove in for more.
Mrs Gray’s pussy was still hot and wet, and Jules circled her opening, flicking her tongue in and out. She groaned, and Jules smiled, crawling further onto the bed, hovering above her, adjusting the belt ever so slightly. Mrs Gray raised her hips and threw her head back. Jules felt to her own pussy and wet the dick with her own come. She pushed in, and heard her own moan. She started to fuck Mrs Gray, in and out, in and out. Balancing on her hands, her hips rocked back and forth and she bent to suck on her tits. She felt powerful, she felt strong and her excitement grew with each thrust. Mrs Gray was building; Jules could feel it – she could feel it in her mouth, in her arms and legs, and she started to fuck her faster and harder.
Lost in her task, she had forgotten about Mr Gray, he was so quiet, but then he was behind her. His palm smacked hard across her ass, and she screamed. Surprise and excitement caught her breath and she realised only after it had come out of her mouth how loud the scream had actually been. He smacked her again and again and, standing behind her, his hands reached down and under her, grabbing for her tits. He pulled her up so she was kneeling and she pulled Mrs Gray with her. They shifted to the edge of the bed, Jules still fucking Mrs Gray with her huge, ribbed purple dick, waiting for Mrs Gray to climax, so they could come together.
Mr Gray was hard yet again, she could feel him, and her stomach surged, God yes, if he started fucking her, she might not be able to hold on – it may be just too much. But that’s exactly what he did; he pushed into her ass with his re-lubed dick, and the cherry odour hit her forcefully. But he was more forceful, ripping into her ass, grabbing her hair. Jules was precariously posed, taking it up the ass, while pushing into the pussy splayed out before her. She felt lightheaded, unbalanced, and she opened her eyes. But somehow they found a rhythm; it was unbelievable – fucking while being fucked. Their groans combined into a singing sex choir, loud, pitchy and in unison.
It was becoming too much. Her body heaved. Sweat against sweat, skin against skin, teeth on bodies, fingers in hair – it was building, she could feel it; they could all feel it. Jules was going to explode. She was going to come hard and she was going to come fast, and she did, all three of them at the same time exploded together. Their bodies crumpled into balls on the bed, chests rising and falling, dry mouths, wet legs, sticky thighs, burning asses and bruised pussies. Jules wanted to lie there for ever, basking in the intense emotions – satisfaction combined with a burning sensation she had never experienced; she wondered how she would get by without feeling it every time from now on.
Her legs ached, her stomach muscles felt tight and the muscles in her arms quivered. Her eyes had been closed and now she opened them. The couple were off the bed, both half dressed, red faced and hair everywhere. Walking to the bed, Mr Gray ran his hand down Jules’s chest, and grabbed hold of the purple dick. Jules rolled over and let him unclip the belt at her back. She couldn’t bring herself to stand; she didn’t trust her legs just yet.
Turning over she just lay there, watching them. Dressed, hair brushed, the black bag once more zipped tight and presenting an abyss of mystery, they looked at her. She met their eyes, and let them fall across each one of them, their prim and perfect suits, their office attire, their now combed hair. The rosy flush had left their cheeks; they looked like anyone else, everyone else. They looked as if they had just returned from a meeting, not a fuelled afternoon of hot three-way sex. They smiled, before he bent down and picked up the bag. And with that they left the room. No words exchanged; nothing had been said the entire time save a quick ‘hello’. Then again what words would they have used? They all seemed trite. They each of them had known instinctively what the others had wanted. Words would have been useless. And now they were gone, Jules didn’t even know their real names, nor where they lived, what they did ... She doubted she would ever see them again. Chills ran across her body as she rolled up and sat on the edge of the bed. She heard their car pull away and rose to her feet.
Her clothes were ripped, and she hadn’t brought others. Quickly glancing around the room, it was as if they had never been there; nothing had been left behind other than the smell the three of them had added to the pre-existing stench of sex and cigarettes that now lingered more heavily in the air. She locked the door with the rusted key and walked to the reception.
Her legs were cold, her ripped stockings were tucked away in her purse, and she pulled down on her miniskirt. Dropping the key onto the desk, she lingered, staring at the man who hours before had gladly taken her note. Her blood had resumed to pumping normally through her veins, but she still had that great post-sex, faint-headed feeling. There was only one thing she now craved. A cigarette. It would be the perfect end to a perfect afternoon.
She leant across the desk, ‘Do you have a smoke?’
He looked at her, her hair pulled back into a makeshift ponytail, her ripped bustier, her legs still faintly quivering. He opened his mouth to say something to her, but thinking better of it he closed his mouth, stood, and pulled a pack from his back pocket. He opened the squished packet, pulled one out and tossed it on the counter.
Her reflexes were dulled, her body in a state of relaxation and utter satisfaction, so she didn’t even reach for the smoke as it rolled across the counter and bounced onto the floor by her sti
letto. She watched him as he slowly put the pack back in his pocket and sat down. She bent down and picked up the smoke. Grasping it tight in her hand, she stood, attempted to straighten herself by pulling down on her skirt and smoothing her hair. She nodded to him and left.
Jules had no idea how much time had passed, but outside the air was getting cold – the afternoon was quickly turning to evening – and the cold air circled her mostly bare body, tingling her skin and raising the hair on her arms. She walked through the parking lot of the GoodNight Motel and stood on the sidewalk, eyeing the road for a cab.
Placing the smoke between her lips, she scrambled in her bag for a light. Finding a book of matches, she struck one and the cigarette crinkled to life; she took a long, hard drag. The inhale filled her lungs and burned. She stepped forward, steadying herself, closing her eyes as she exhaled. The buzz had caught her off guard – much like this afternoon’s events – but once again she savoured the feeling. She took another drag, smiled and raised her thumb. She had a hot shower waiting for her at home, and tomorrow, well tomorrow was back to work, for it was such a rarity to have an afternoon off in her profession. But for right now she was completely in the present, and the smoke tasted better than any she had ever had.
That Girl!
by Landon Dixon
The flight from LA was long, the drive from Fargo even longer. But, finally, I located the nursing home on a tree-lined street in Merricourt, North Dakota. And then I found “Buffalo” Bob Simmons himself, 102 years old and still frisky as hell.
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