Crossroads

by Blake Haugen

  “I slip my hand under your dress and you start to move against me because you’re so horny. Of course you aren’t wearing any panties; your pussy is fucking sopping. I rub your clit and you take the fingers of my other hand into your mouth and you suck them to keep from crying out. It seems our gentleman hiker has good oral skills and the woman on his face comes while her female friend plays with her tits. Seeing her come so hard makes you convulse in my arms and you give us away with your moan.

  “They see us. We see them. We’re not embarrassed in the slightest. Hell, it was them who stole our fucking picnic in the first place. They continue to caress one another and stare at us; it’s very clear our presence isn’t going to stop them from having a good time. You turn around and look up at me like you’re asking permission or something. It’s that pleading look you have when you want to get fucked more than anything else.

  “I smile and lead you to the large blanket and we have a seat a few feet away from our new friends. You lay down on your stomach across my lap like I’m priming you for a spanking. I just caress your thick brown thighs for a few minutes while we watch them. When I’m satisfied, I pull up the hem of your dress, expose your ass, and start finger fucking your hungry little cunt. It’s easy to slip in because you’re already so wet. You start moaning really loud because we’re outside and we don’t think there’s anyone around.

  “The ladies are head to pussy now. The one on top eats the one on bottom. The guy is fucking the top girl doggy-style and the bottom girl licks his balls to spur him on. I finger fuck you faster and it’s no time before you come. You turn over and lick your come off my hand and then stand up. You make a show of taking off your dress and you pull me up before getting on your knees and unbuckling me. You start sucking my cock. God, you start to slurp and swallow. I cup your head and run my fingers through your hair. So fucking soft. Mmph, oh, my god, I love that part.”

  Vanya heard Persephone giggle as he continued his ministrations. She was pliant in his hands. Her nipples were pebbled and pointed to the sky, her chest heaved, and her cheeks were now a rouge color; a color only achieved after exercise or full arousal. His lips teased around her smooth, bare pussy, never quite giving her what she wanted. Vanya was nude now as well. He savored every little tremor that traced through her body. Her pussy lips glistened with her juices and he took a moment to pause his story and lap at the liquid that coated her puffy outer lips. His tongue was light and soft, backing away when Persephone pushed her hips up for more.

  “Vanya, god, I want it so bad,” she pleaded. “Please.”

  “Me, too, but I’m not done yet, sweetpea, patience. Deep breaths, babe.” Vanya rubbed his large hand up and down her tummy. He was captivated; he’d rarely seen her so turned on. Every touch on her body elicited an involuntary jerk in her muscles or a whimper. She was like one big nerve ending. Persephone nodded and let Vanya continue as he gently massaged her pussy lips, slipping a finger in her dripping channel.

  “They comment on what a good little cocksucker you are and how much fun you’d be to play with. I tell them they’re right, but that you’re mine – only mine. You keep sucking and licking and iterate that. ‘I’m Vanya’s,’ you say. ‘I’m all yours.’ When you start sucking my balls, I can’t take it anymore. I put you on all fours and get behind you and stuff you full of my cock. We’ve both waited long enough by that time. I give it everything and try to hold as long as possible, just fucking you like an animal out there in the middle of the woods.

  “Our friends changed position after the top girl came. It seems your little show took her over the edge. The guy is now sitting on his knees and top girl is now on her back in front of him, licking his balls. The other girl is spooning him from behind, giving him an epic hand job. I pull you up to straddle me and face them and I close my eyes and just feel you. Your pussy is so hot and wet and so fucking tight. I can feel the sun beating down on my back. Our sweat sliding between your back and my chest. My heart is pounding and I can swear yours is thumping the same beat. I love the feel of your tit in my hand. Your nipple is just as hard as your clit. I rub it hard and fast. I can smell our sex, their sex, flowers, grass, dirt, dessert, wine, all of it. Their moaning is getting louder. It’s drowning out the birds, but the only voice I care about is yours. You’re calling my name, begging me not to stop, to never stop –”

  “Vanya!” Persephone cried under him. She was fighting not to fall apart. Vanya sat up and removed his hands from her body, ignoring her pout. He clasped the flesh of her thighs and pulled her onto to his lap. Vanya kissed Persephone with a hunger he could barely control. Her arms wrapped around his neck and they took each other’s breath until they had to break for air.

  “Are you ready?” he asked, sliding the head of his cock up and down her slit.

  “Yes,” Persephone replied desperately against his lips.

  Instead of slamming home like he knew she expected, Vanya gradually entered her. It was an excruciatingly slow glide to her cervix. She was as tight as she’d ever been, and she more than ready for a raw fucking. He had to steady her hips to keep her from gyrating and sending them both into oblivion.

  “Now,” he grunted, “tell me. Tell me what you want.”

  “You!”

  “And…?”

  “More of you. It’s changed since I met you. I’ve always wanted to be with two guys, but now it would feel weird, you know? Having someone else in our bed. But having two of you; that would be – fuck, Vanya, that would be hotter than anything.”

  “That’s what you want, huh?” Vanya grinned and began to thrust up into her, “You want two cocks, babe? Two guys kissing you, touching all over you, loving on you, fucking you?”

  “Yes!” Persephone threw her head back. She began to grind against him when he gave her hips free reign.

  “What would you do, Percy? What would you do if he were here right now? If he were right here in bed with us?”

  “I’d take his cock into my mouth.”

  “Ah, good girl. What else?”

  “I’d lay back so you could fuck me hard, the way you are now… and… oh!”

  “Then what, baby? Come on!”

  “I’d suck him off and then let him fuck my tits until he blew his load all over them!”

  “Fuck!” Vanya yelled out. He pushed Persephone down onto her back and fucked her with wild abandon. He was sure Max could hear their screams even though his room was separated from theirs by the living room. He didn’t care. All that mattered now was Persephone, under him, taking him to heaven.

  Persephone came first, biting his shoulder as she squirted all over his cock. She bucked against him several times and Vanya pulled out at the eleventh hour to blast his seed all over her breasts. He then pulled her into his arms and took her mouth roughly, not caring about the mess he’d made.

  “God, that was fucking amazing,” he growled when they had both regained their breath. Vanya continued to kiss her as he carried her to their spa like bathroom.

  “Mmm, less talk, more sleep.” Persephone mumbled something else against his chest, but it was lost as she nodded off. Vanya resolved to lay her back down, cleanse both their bodies with a warm towel, and wake again tomorrow to bathe.

  ☐

  The morning of Vanya’s birthday was splendid. Persephone couldn’t have chosen better weather. Sunlight overwhelmed their bedroom, and she met it with a smile on her face. She got up and ordered some food, knowing her man would wake soon as well.

  Persephone wasn’t surprised to see that Vanya had washed her up last night, but she was surprised to see that he was still asleep. Vanya was the early riser and light sleeper between the two of them. She decided to wake him up with her mouth before their breakfast arrived. She pulled back the covers to reveal his red, erect shaft. The pale planes of his body called to her and she dove into her first meal.

  Vanya was awake in an instant, gasping for air. He pulled her headscarf away, buried his hands in her hair, and sighed in ecst
asy. His morning wood and her hot mouth had him coming in no time. He propped himself up on his elbows and smiled down on her. She returned his look of admiration as she continued to play with his cock.

  “Good morning, my love,” Persephone spoke formally and grinned. “You’re so pretty in the morning with your big blue eyes and your tousled blond hair. It should be criminal.”

  “Why?” he asked. His voice was deep and rough with sleep and satisfaction. His lips begged for a kiss and she gave it to him.

  “Because it entices me into doing the most sinful things, of course.”

  “I could say the same about you.”

  Before they could get started, the door rang signaling the arrival of their breakfast. After they ate and dressed, the day went on and on with activities. When Persephone planned the trip, she hadn’t known there would be so much to do on a Monday. She experienced a hard time picking out what they should do before dinner.

  They took a two-hour tour of Toledo, a historical city nearby, and returned to Madrid at noon. After a quick, quiet lunch – no one else in the city was eating because the siesta lunch hour took place from two o’clock to four o’clock rather than noon – they stopped by the boutique of Vanya’s favorite Italian tailor where Persephone had made an appointment. He was fitted for three suits and presented with silver and gold cufflinks embossed with the initials “I” and “P.” Persephone could tell he loved her presents by the contented smile he held when gazing at himself in the mirror.

  Much to Vanya’s annoyance, she made sure that everything was paid for beforehand, and he wasn’t able to take care of a thing. She’d admonished him, saying that it was her turn to treat him. “For today only, you’re a prince and you’re going to be pampered like one.”

  When they returned to the hotel, she made him wear a gray suit to match her ombre-striped short sleeve bandage dress. They met up with the others in the Campo del Moro Gardens to have their pictures taken among the cherry blossom trees there. Persephone had a hard time convincing Max to pose with the group, but with the help of Eva, Sophie, and the professional photographer she’d booked, he was coaxed into joining them. The gardens were full of strange characters, namely, a lewd elderly man and a male peacock, both of whom held particular interest in Yulian.

  After Yulian was able to dodge his suitors, it was off to an early dinner, birthday cake, and then back to the hotel for another outfit change. She made the guys wait downstairs after they donned their tuxedoes so she, Eva, and Sophie could make a dramatic descent down the lobby’s staircase. Persephone noticed that everyone’s formalwear was a caricature of his or her personality.

  Max was in a classic black tuxedo, simple and straightforward. Sophie was a petite, female reflection of his style. She was all business in her black, shiny knit dress. Its only adornments were a back vent and subtle, shimmery black sequins on her short sleeves and back. Eva was her sister’s foil in a racy number. The liquid metal-inset gown was slinky and formfitting. The black crepe fabric toned down the tiny disco-like sequins of the inset but the garment made one thing clear – that girl was ready to party. Not to be outdone, Yulian wore a rose colored, iridescent jacket and matching knitted bow tie. His clothing, along with his black hair and green eyes, brought Lucifer to mind.

  Vanya’s jacket was iridescent as well, although this time in the loveliest muted blue coupled with navy pants. It put his large eyes on display and Persephone caught herself grabbing on to the wrought iron banister to keep her wits about her. The moment felt surreal. They locked eyes as she made her way down the stairs behind the other ladies and she wondered what he saw when he looked at her. Whatever he saw, she could tell Vanya was just as pleased with the gown she was wearing.

  Persephone’s crepe de chine and lace gown would have been completely elegant had it not been for the keyhole front that spanned from her clavicle to just above her belly button. The titillating sliver of brown skin was unmistakable against the blouse-style bodice. It was cut off by a beaded waist and gave way to the draped skirt that touched the floor. She felt daring in her pearl earrings, Grecian braids, and blood red lipstick. When she reached Vanya, she limited him to a chaste kiss so as not to ruin any makeup.

  “Finn?” Vanya questioned as he twirled her around.

  Persephone laughed out loud at his correct assumption. Only her friend would have picked out such a stunning dress.

  “Finn,” she confirmed.

  “Yeah, remind me to thank her.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and they began the short walk across the plaza to their venue. The weather was balmy – a perfect Madrid evening. After advising Eva and Sophie not to wear crazy heels, Persephone had cancelled their car so they could all enjoy the natural perfection of the evening.

  The group enjoyed a preview of an upcoming opera and ballet followed by an opulent gala. The opera and ballet were solely for Persephone’s enjoyment; she knew Vanya was bored to tears. He’d been so sweet, pretending to enjoy the obra in which she reveled. He listened astutely when she praised the singers and dancers. The gala was mostly for Yulian and the girls – they ate up that sort of thing. Max was used to this type of work. There wasn’t a lot of enjoyment to be found for Vanya and she knew he must have wondered why she’d included him in this part of the trip. She took him by the hand as she sipped her first glass of champagne.

  “Okay, Gigantor, your torture is over.”

  “What? What torture?” Vanya tried to bluff.

  “I know you’re dying. The opera is not your scene, but that’s not why I brought you here.”

  “What are you talking about?” Vanya questioned. He looked down at her suspiciously and fingered the beaded lace of her dress’s long sleeves. His interest was piqued and she knew she had him right where she wanted him.

  “Ivan Kirillovich Pravdin, you are a young man of means and your name precedes you. You’ve had lots of fun away from home these past few days, but you haven’t experienced any real adventure; and we all know how much you love solving a problem, especially under pressure. So, your final birthday surprise is a challenge.

  “Somewhere in this building a high stakes poker game is going to take place in an hour. You can’t just walk in though. It’s guarded and exclusive. However, it is open to certain invitees of this gala. Guys cool enough – and rich enough – can gain entry. I think the entry is something like 100,000€? Texas Hold ‘em, I believe; I can’t quite recall. Anyway, your challenge is to make it into the game and see if you can win. Starting… now!”

  Persephone waggled her eyebrows at the astonished look on Vanya’s face. He was flabbergasted at first, and then it was clear that he was very pleased. Vanya grabbed her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth, not bothering to be careful of her lipstick.

  “Percy! Babe! This is awesome!”

  “Yeah, I know! It’s like the ultimate grown up version of the party you had with the twins. Now go on! You’ve only got an hour to schmooze!” She took a silk kerchief from her beaded clutch and dabbed away the red staining his lips.

  “What about you?”

  “What about me? I’m in a room full of opera singers and ballerinas that I’m a total fan girl for. I’ll be fine! I’ve got my phone in my clutch if you need me.”

  Vanya gave her another kiss – this time quick – before disappearing into the crowd of the gala. Persephone made her way up to the mezzanine overlooking the guests on the main floor. From there she could watch him try to find the right people and show he had the wealth and charisma to gamble with them. Frankly, the whole idea wasn’t terribly attractive to her. Her parents despised gambling of any sort. Persephone had never learned any of the major card games until she moved in with the Bensons. There she had been content to compete with the coins of the penny jar under Zenovia’s tutelage. Though an expert, the elderly woman viewed playing with real money as repulsive and Persephone was inclined to agree. Why potentially throw away money when it could be put to better use?

  Feeling the way she di
d, Persephone hardly believed she’d arranged this outing for Vanya. She’d heard a wife talking about the game while lounging in the hotel’s spa earlier that week. She knew Vanya would get off on infiltrating an exclusive clique and displaying his power among them. That didn’t repulse her; it made her hot. Seeing him make his first contact made her smile. She pondered over why it was so attractive seeing him succeed that way. What did it say about her? She let the thought go when she spotted the ballet’s choreographer. There was a rumor in the press that he was going to rejoin the namesake company he had started and then left.

  ☐

  It was over three hours later when Vanya finally contacted Persephone. The night had been thrilling and he couldn’t wait to tell her about the absurd finale. He met her up front and called Max to notify him of their departure. Max protested, but Vanya insisted on him staying around to watch the others. Sophie had already left an hour ago because it was way past her bedtime, but he was sure Yulian and Eva were just getting started with the other late night revelers.

  “So, how did it go, my handsome Russian spy?” Persephone clung to him as they made their way across the plaza back to the hotel.

  “Well, I came out better than I thought I would. I didn’t win, but that’s not even the point. Guess who was already there smoking cigars and drinking port before I even sat down?”

  “No!”

  “Yes. Yuli, that asshole! He was sitting amongst all those guys as if they were his old friends! You know he doesn’t speak a lick of Spanish, right? He hasn’t really learned any since we got here. I guess four years of college Italian and legendary charm was enough to ingratiate him with everyone there? I bowed out earlier than I wanted to because I didn’t want anyone to think we showed up together to clean them out!”