His hands reached blindly for her, trying to grab arms, waist, hips, get her where he wanted her, but she twisted away from him.
“Say it then.”
“You want me to fuck you.”
“That’s right. I want you to put your big, hard cock right up inside my pussy and give me a really good seeing to. Can you do that?”
Vincent’s patience—and his shyness—seemed to have run out.
“Just get on here,” he growled.
“Ooh, masterful.” With a delighted grin, Laurie straddled her new lover and began to lower herself, gyrating her hips all the way onto the eager thickness she craved.
“You’d never know I only got fucked ten minutes ago, would you?” she whispered, tightening her muscles around the new invader. “Another man’s cock was up there. I still feel a bit sore, but I don’t care. I’m going to take every drop from you, Vincent.”
He steadied her, gripping her rolling haunches while she slipped the last couple of inches inside.
“Oh, that feels good. You feel so good inside me. You’re thicker than Mark. You stretch me wider. Oh, fuck, yeah.”
A flash of light from behind her shoulder told Laurie that Mark was taking pictures. Once this was over, she would be able to relive it, poring over photographs of her spread legs and filled cunt while she bounced up and down on this handsome man.
“Am I what you expected?” she asked Vincent, but he seemed incapable of speech.
He simply held her tight and pushed upwards, trying to control the initial pace and rhythm.
Chapter Three
Laurie wanted her orgasm, though, and she soon moved into her stride. She worked her thigh and bum muscles hard, bearing down on Vincent while he made helpless, fluttery noises that touched her heart.
Outside this bedroom, he had a reputation for arrogance and vanity. How completely that had disappeared with his flashy clothes. His perfect hair was disarranged, his shrewd eyes wide and wild. His spray-tanned skin gleamed with sweat. He was working now, working hard.
Flash! Flash! Flash! The camera went into overdrive then suddenly, the clicking stopped, and the mattress creaked and Laurie felt hands on her shoulders.
“I want to join in,” Mark muttered. “Can’t just watch anymore.”
“Take my arse,” panted Laurie. “Go on. Quick, before Vincent comes.”
“Would that be…?”
“Just do it!”
She heard the desperate clatter of her husb
and’s search for lubricant in that open drawer, but she had no time to think any more about it. Double penetration, the Holy Grail, was coming to her. If only Vincent could hang on…
She slowed her motion, bending low to open up her bottom cheeks for her husband’s cock. They had done this with toys before, but never with two real, live cocks inside her, putting her at the very center of the fuck.
“Slowly, Vincent, really slowly,” she said, then there were warm, slick fingers between her bum cheeks, working that crack until it was slippery moist, before they moved all the way down to where the base of Vincent’s cock was lodged in its hot, tight sheath then up again.
She rocked on her lover’s pelvis, angling her arse up higher, bending to kiss Vincent’s ravenous lips, tease him with her tongue, while Mark’s thick fingers prodded their way into her back passage.
Yes, it would happen. Yes, she was ready. She screwed her eyes shut and concentrated on keeping her sphincter muscles open and relaxed. Mark’s fingers popped out then the rounded tip of his cock butted her anus, pushing slowly, slowly, gently in.
“Uh.” Her grunt was of relief.
He was halfway in, and the familiar burn that always drove her to a moment of panic was past. Now, he moved farther and farther until that sensation she had imagined for so long lit her up. His cock was separated from Vincent’s by the thinnest of barriers. She was as full as she could be.
The threesome maintained a stasis until each was settled in their new position.