Chapter Eleven
Randy took the plug from Lissa’s hands and passed it to Roger. “Do me, darling.” He turned his back, facing Lissa, and biting his lip with delight as Roger inserted the plug.
“Oooh. So nice. So smooth.” He sighed. “I want you to stand behind me, love. Press that lovely body of yours against my back. Can you do that? Will you do that?”
His eyes were so soft and friendly. How the hell could she say no?
“Of course.”
He smiled, his cock lengthening as Roger finished inserting the butt plug. “Nearly ready. Oh, God, strike that. I am ready.” He shivered. “Just one thing.”
His hands reached for the tie of her robe, and Lissa glanced nervously up at him.
“Don’t be scared. I just adore the warmth of another person’s skin against mine. Do you mind?”
She swallowed. “No. Sure. Go ahead.” I’m out of my mind.
Randy gently untied the knot and let the two sides of Lissa’s robe fall free, exposing her to his gaze. “Oh, lovely. Truly lovely.”
Something inside Lissa melted. She was being appreciated by a gay guy, and she felt he meant every word of it. Perhaps that was why she was so comfortable with them. There was no competition, no criticism—not of her, anyway. There were none of the dynamics found when women interact with each other. No need to be perfect, better, younger or thinner. None of that.
It was a simple appreciation of her body and Lissa relaxed. “What shall I do?”
Stan reached for his cock and rubbed it against Roger’s ass. “We’ll do it all. Just be here for us. With us.”
“Share and share alike, darling…” Roger’s words faded as Stan pressed forward, nudging himself between Roger’s butt cheeks.
Randy turned around, the hand protruding from his ass. He faced Roger, but spoke to Lissa. “Come close now. Against me. Hold the plug in with your body. Tightly, darling. Sometimes my muscles get a little too excited. I don’t want to lose it at the wrong time.”
Obedient to his command, Lissa stood up against his spine, pressing her hips forward into his butt, and finding the vibrating hand portion of the plug. She pushed against it.
Randy moaned. “Oh, fuck, yesss…”
Roger’s head disappeared, and Lissa felt Randy shudder as his cock disappeared into a willing mouth.
Stan smiled and nodded at her as he penetrated Roger’s ass, moving slowly at first, gently withdrawing and reentering at a leisurely pace.
Randy sighed. “God, Roger’s got the best mouth.”
Roger was also getting the most sex. His ass was being fucked, and he was sucking Randy. Lissa wondered if he’d drawn the short or the long straw. Then decided she didn’t really care.
Randy’s hips were moving now, and she had to move as well. Without thinking, she put her arms around his body, and he shivered, covering them with his own and moving them upwards to his tight, little-budded nipples. “Mmmm. Good.”
She played with them, not quite sure what to do, and getting a little distracted by something else.
The vibrating butt plug was doing its job, and vibrating inside Randy’s ass. But the outside was vibrating against Lissa. And damned close to her clit.
Her focus narrowed as the sound of Roger’s lips on Randy’s cock slurped softly around them. Stan sighed and groaned as he plunged deeper into Roger’s ass, his fingers reaching now for the body prone before him. “Oh, shit, yeah…”
Randy moaned, too, his hips responding to Roger’s mouth, the vibrator buzzing inside him and against Lissa. He reached behind him and pulled her close, slamming her into his spine.
Her nipples were hard buds, sweat was breaking out all over her, and the feel of the shaking skin abrading hers was an arousal all its own. She tried not to stare, but couldn’t help watching the three of them as they pleasured each other in their own unique way.
Their bodies shone under the soft lights, sexual passion oozing from their pores as clearly as the sweat that dewed their muscles. Roger’s eyes were closed as he sucked Randy, tongue working busily, slicking saliva over the sheathed hardness.
Stan’s eyes were open, however, as he took his pleasure from Roger, watching his own cock as it withdrew only to sink home ever deeper, and making Roger moan around Randy’s cock.
Randy was grunting now, hoarse sounds of arousal, his skin damp to Lissa’s touch. His fingers flexed around her hips, digging in, pulling her into his sexual heat. The vibrator thrummed, its fingers pressing low into her belly and about two inches higher than where she really could’ve used them right about now.
She could feel the moistness blooming between her thighs as her own excitement grew along with that of the men before her. Sheeiit. This was…amazing.
Part of her wanted to step back, to watch the joy these guys were giving and receiving. To relish the wonderful sensations they were sharing with each other. To appreciate the warmth and passion that flowed between the three like an electric current.
To take a mental snapshot of the moment and file it in the section of her brain that had known all along how joyous sex could be. In all its different incarnations, combinations and permutations. There was no right, no wrong in this instant. Just pleasure. Uninhibited, mutual pleasure.
And if she moved just right…she might get a little of her own pleasure, too.
But before she could slant her hips and get that damn vibrating hand on top of her clit, the men reached their pinnacle.
Stan threw his head back on a harsh groan. “Fuck, Roger…I’m gonna come, baby, I’m gonna come…” Stan’s hips hammered Roger’s ass, pushing him onto Randy’s cock even further.
Randy cried out. “Yeah…fuck, oh, yeah…” His body hardened against Lissa’s, and she looked down to see Roger’s eyes wide and his mouth drooling around Randy’s cock. He, too, trembled from the onslaught.
In concert, they let go. Stan pushing hard against Roger as his body shook with the force of his climax.
Roger gripped Randy’s thighs as he shouted around the cock halfway down his throat, choking and trembling as he hit the peak, driven there by the relentless pounding of Stan’s cock up his ass.
And Randy sobbed. “My God…oh, my God…”
Lissa held him tight, feeling the spasms of his orgasm as they shook his body from hip to shoulder. His ass moved in time with the tremors, alive with the release of his passion.
It was…wonderful. So sweet, so loving. Lissa felt a sob build in her throat as the three men shamelessly loved each other and let go their desires in one magnificent moment of ecstasy.
Her eyes were damp as she watched them relax, and felt Randy’s body slacken in her grasp.
She eased her arms away. “Wow.” It was all she could say. She was choked, overwhelmed, aroused and touched all at once.
Stan slumped over Roger’s limp body, and Randy slithered to the floor, legs crumpling beneath him.
“Holy shit.”
She had no idea which of the three voiced the sentiment, but it sure hit the mark.
“Yeah.” She smiled at them, all sprawled limbs, shining, softening cocks and tired eyes. “Thanks.”
Stan nodded weakly. Randy lifted a hand and waved. “You’re welcome. Thank you.”
Roger grunted. Lissa wasn’t surprised. He’d been thoroughly fucked. She wondered if he’d even move for a couple of hours, let alone get enough strength to speak.
She softly stepped back, retying her robe and trying to ignore the wetness between her thighs. It was time to leave. To find Steve. To get some satisfaction as the song said. It was her turn.
But she’d never forget this moment in a very private Garden of Eden. With Adam, and Adam and Adam…and her own contribution as Eve.
She left the room. She definitely needed to find Steve.
~~~~~
“…and that’s where the myth that it smells like tuna fish came from.” Jennifer had just finished her explanation in her own special way. With visual effects. She was sitting across from Steve, legs spread and opening her folds of wet flesh to his eyes.
“Can you show me again?” He grinned, knowing there was probably an evil gleam in his eyes. “This time, skip the marine biology part.”
Jennifer bit her bottom lip and her gaze dropped to his rather obvious hard-on. He sighed. Like all women, she knew damn well his weakness for being shown things. She continued to play with her pussy, her body vibrating as sensations jolted through her, making her nipples tight and aroused.
“Steve, are you and Lissa, well…are you two exclusive?” Her question was direct, to say the least.
Steve hesitated. Seeing a sexy woman opening up her garden to his eyes made him want to plant his tree in it.
He took the typical male approach to her question. “I dunno. Ask her.”
Jennifer wasn’t the type of woman that needed prompting. She lowered her legs to the floor and moved closer to Steve.
Uh-oh.
Jennifer pushed Steve back in his chair, opening his robe to bare his wide chest. She raised her eyebrows as she appreciated the view. Steve knew his chest was tanned, muscular and he was sporting a hard-on. What more could a woman ask for?
Jennifer slithered on top of him.
Oh, shit, now I’m in trouble.
“Damn, Steve, I can feel your cock between my breasts. You feel like you’re gonna burst. You poor thing.” Pursing her lips she made a tsk, tsk, tsk sound.
“I’m, um…uh, I’m okay. Really.”
Climbing higher up his body, Jennifer’s pussy rubbed along Steve’s thighs, wetting them with her flow of juices. She stopped exactly at the point his cock rested along the ridge of her pussy lips.
The warmth made Steve’s eyes flicker. “I think I’d better go.”
“Aww, too sad. Right now? You sure? Look, I have condoms in all the colors of the rainbow.” Jennifer leaned forward, her breasts hanging before Steve’s mouth.
Her scent filled his lungs and the urge to flick his tongue over the erect tips of her nipples was overwhelming.
As she lowered her hips back down, the head of his cock brushed against the opening of Jennifer’s hot, wet sex. “Whoops. No glove—no love, babe.” Jennifer grinned at Steve as she spread out a vast array of condoms in every color and texture imaginable.
“Pick a card. I mean color.”
~~~~~
Lissa found Steve.
He stood in the hallway running a hand through his hair with a blank look on his face.
“Steve?”
“Huh?” His answer was as blank as his glazed eyes.
Lissa did notice a glisten of anticipation at the tip of his cock. He was hard, and was sprouting from his robe. “You okay?”
“Yeah, this is just getting to me. Seeing all this nakedness, the sex, the cucumbers, the plastic…it’s just a lot to take in. Your friend Jennifer had me naked in a chair and was…all over me.”
Lissa looked into his eyes as her heart tripped into double time. “And…?”
“No, I couldn’t. She’s hot but…I just couldn’t. I didn’t want her, I wanted…never mind. Fuck. I am so horny. Where’s the cat? Here kitty, kitty…”
“Meeooooww.” Lissa grinned. “Aww, poor baby. I think you need me to help you out a little.” She reached forward for his strained cock.
“Don’t touch it. It’ll break. It’s too hard. I need to calm down.” Steve’s voice was desperate.
“Come on. Let’s find a room. I have an itch that needs scratching real badly myself. And this is the thing to scratch it.” She grabbed his cock and led him down the hallway.
She turned, obeying her urge to kiss Steve and the two of them backed into a dark room as he pushed into her. They broke the kiss and laughed at the awkwardness of trying to walk and neck at the same time.
She stumbled and stopped short. “Ouch. Something…what the fuck hit me?” Moving to the side she bumped into things dangling from the ceiling.
Steve groped on the wall and found a switch, turning on a couple of soft lights.
A bundle of leather straps hung from the main wooden beam across the room. There were no chairs, couches or any kind of furniture. Just the straps. Lissa ran her fingers through them, separating them and studying them. She smiled when she found what resembled stirrups dangling from a black velvet padded seat.
A swing. Coooool. “You ever try a swing, Steve?”
“When I was a kid. But I broke my arm falling out of it when my friend pushed me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Why do I bother? Sometimes I really wonder about you.” Lissa dropped her robe into a heap on the floor and turned into the wide-padded leather strap, sliding it under her bare ass. It reminded her of grade school and she started to giggle.
She wriggled some more, managing to support her back with the right bit of leather and she kicked out her feet, looking at Steve.
He smiled, getting the idea, and helped put each of her feet into the stirrups.
Would he realize this was a perfect opportunity to take her? To give her what she wanted? Pure, unleashed, furious fucking. She was at his mercy.
Boingg. Oh, yeah, he was definitely ready to go. His throat moved as he swallowed and reached out his hand. “You know, men dream of having a beautiful woman like this, controlled, helpless, unable to stop him from teasing her.”
Lissa let her head fall back. Steve’s eyes, his words, his touches…he was beginning to make her ache inside.
His fingers caressed the outer lips of her pussy, massaging them open. Lissa tried to breathe through her nose, but as Steve inserted his finger into her, she began to pant.
He slid a second finger inside, parting them to stretch her opening.
“Fuck this, you bastard, come on, fuck me, damn you.” She could barely hold her head up. She just wanted to be filled by this man who was toying with her emotions and creating a fury of arousal in her body.
“I love doing this. You want me? Tell me how much.” Steve obviously needed some ego-stroking. Lissa wanted a different kind of stroking.
“I want you. Okay? Come on, Steve, come inside me, fill me…make me scream!”
Steve stopped still for a second and caught his heart pounding faster as his cock throbbed painfully with desire.
He reached up to grasp the handle at the top of the swing angling his swollen cock at Lissa’s wet, hot pussy. With a hard thrust he sank into her, jarring her body.
Groaning, Steve felt himself soothed by the tight wrap of a blanket of slick flesh.
Lissa hung her head back and smiled. Yeah, she’d gotten what she needed, what she’d asked for. She’d got him. With one hard thrust after another, Steve saw her thighs redden as his hips crashed against them.
“Shit. My neck…”
A figure moved behind Lissa, and both of them looked up to see Jennifer. She had moved behind the swing and was supporting Lissa’s head in her hands as she watched them fuck.
Steve groaned loudly and licked his lips as he breathed through clenched teeth. Jennifer stared at his cock as it disappeared into Lissa’s dripping sex. “Don’t stop, this is fucking beautiful…” Jennifer urged Steve on.
Lissa panted, little moaning sounds, cries of delight as he fucked her.
“Fuck that pussy, Steve. For God’s sake, fuck Lissa hard. Hammer that big cock into her. I know you’ve got the strength, let the savage out to play.” Jennifer hissed the words as she watched.
Then she looked down at Lissa, kissed her forehead and whispered into her ear. “I’ll be right back.”
She gently let go of Lissa’s head and walked around to stand behind Steve. “Don’t you realize this woman wants you so bad she can’t tell you? Fuck her, dammit. Fuck her like you mean it.”
She grabbed Steve’s hips with her hands and shoved them forward, digging into his skin with her long fingernails. The thrust made Lissa swing back and then as her weight swung her forward once more, Jennifer pushed Steve again. Steve groaned, his body crashing against Lissa’s, his cock pushing deep enough to brush against her womb. Lissa let out a whimper of pleasure.
Jennifer ran her tongue up Steve’s back and peppered it with soft kisses. She followed that by sliding her arms around him, squeezing his chest and playing with his nipples like a man groping a woman’s breasts.
Steve’s eyes rolled back and he could feel his balls tightening. Between Jennifer’s hands and Lissa’s body, he was driving fast down a one-way street and nearing the end.
Lissa arched up and met Steve with a final violent push. She convulsed, shaking uncontrollably and crying out as she came, her muscles clamping down the entire length of Steve’s cock, buried so deeply inside her.
Jennifer moved her hands to the back of Steve’s tightly flexed legs and raked her fingernails all the way up to his ass. He exploded.
Lissa’s scream died in her throat as she felt Steve’s juices burn and mix with hers. She trembled, shivering from toe to scalp as the racking orgasm turned her muscles into hard rocks and she fought against the straps of the swing.
She wanted to hold him close, so close, as they shared this orgasm. She didn’t care about Jennifer, the party or the rest of the world. It had all come down to this.
Steve and her. Fucking. Riding the wave of desire through flames into some wild place where nothing mattered but that pulsing, throbbing cock filling her, flooding her body with the most amazingly exquisite fireworks display of ecstasy.
She was open to him, exposed to him, bare in so many ways. Her thighs were pushed wide, her pussy contracted around him, sucking him deeper and deeper…and he was there with her.
Lissa’s neck muscles screamed at her as she held her head up to watch him, face flushed and sweaty, body hard and shaking as he came. Her abs tightened and she knew she’d gripped him tightly as he whimpered and pushed into her even harder. The swing took his movement and returned it, letting her bear down on him once more.
It was the ultimate fuck, the ultimate claiming. Naked soul to naked soul. Needs bared by circumstances and a push from a friendly hand.
Thanks to Jennifer and a piece of equipment they’d both gotten what they’d been wanting all night.
Each other.