Come Play With Me Again: A Mischief Erotica Collection. Justine Elyot
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I take him in both my hands and start working him as I bend down to lick his head. It’s the first time I’ve ever had a cock in my cunt and another in my hands, and the experience is beyond sexy. Right away, Sam starts getting hard, and I wonder whether this is the first time he’s tag-teamed a girl. If it is, it seems to come very naturally to him.
Pretty soon, he’s almost completely erect and I take him in, enjoying the feel of him in my mouth, delighting in the taste of his cock. He groans as I run my tongue repeatedly through his slit, down to circle around the head, back up again to the top. He’s super-sensitive there. I lick him over and over, relishing the sounds he is making as I excite his tip.
‘How are you doing up there, Sam? I’m getting close,’ Brad announces, and Sam hesitates for a moment. I wonder whether he can’t quite make up his mind to abandon my mouth for my pussy. I want to tell him he doesn’t have to choose, that he can have it all. I look up into his eyes. ‘Whatever you want, Sam. You can have whatever you want,’ I tell him.
‘I’ll be back, Dana,’ he says finally, as he pulls out of my mouth and gets off the bed to take his place beside Brad.
‘You only spanked one side,’ he observes, remarking on my sole reddened cheek.
‘Yeah, I know. When she’s over my knee, I usually hit both. When I spank her while I’m fucking her, it’s easier to slap her like this, because I’m right-handed.’ I suddenly remember that Sam isn’t, and my pussy clenches on Brad’s cock.
‘Mind if I get the other side for you?’ Sam asks.
‘Go for it,’ answers my generous man. ‘Makes her wet.’
We all laugh. I’m so wet now there are spots on the sheets. I’m so wet that, with Brad fucking me, I’m making loud, sloppy noises. How will we even be able to tell if Sam makes me wetter? There’s a river running down my thighs already. But I still hope Sam will spank me. I want to feel his hand on me.
Brad comes. He thrusts into me hard three times, the way he always does, and then pulls out, and Sam takes his place. I’m so turned on, I can hardly see straight. I’m tired and panting but I never want to stop. I feel like I could keep this up for days. Sam starts slapping me on the left cheek with every thrust, like Brad did, until he moves that hand up to my hip the way he’s holding my right side, and now he starts fucking me harder, even deeper, faster, and I’m wailing and he’s pounding and grunting. Suddenly, I come like Armageddon, harder than I have ever come in my life, with Brad lying on the bed beside me, smiling into my face, and for some reason I can’t even understand, I am shrieking and laughing and crying all at the same time.
I collapse on the bed. A minute ago, I felt like I could fuck like this for ever. Now, all I want is to be in Brad’s arms, and as quickly as the thought enters my mind, I am. Still panting, Sam peels off his condom and goes to look for something to drink. I lie with Brad, who keeps kissing me all over my face, telling me how much he loves me and that I’m the sexiest, most wonderful girl in the world.
The three of us hang around on the bed for awhile, naked except for my cut-up T-shirt, a guy on either side of me. The three of us talk the way Brad and I talk on Wednesday nights, and I feel close to both of them. It feels like we’re a real threesome, and I realise that Brad and I haven’t lost anything by sharing a Wednesday with Sam. They play with my tits, and I tease their cocks with my hands and my mouth, but the big stuff is over for the night. I wonder whether I’ll be able to walk the next day.
When Sam says he needs to get home he pulls on his clothes and we both walk him to the front door. I feel sore and stiff.
‘Thanks, you two,’ he says to both of us.
‘No problem,’ says Brad.
‘My pleasure. Honestly,’ I tell him. We all laugh.
Sam leans down and gives me a long, sexy kiss goodnight. As he does, Brad runs a hand over my ass. It has been the best night of my life.
* * *
‘So,’ Brad asks me the next morning as I walk gingerly into the kitchen for coffee, ‘would you ever do that again?’
I smile at him. ‘Sure. Feel free to bet me at poker. Consider me the chip up your sleeve.’ I know all the guys he plays with. Not one of them is hard on the eyes. All great guys, too. None I’d say no to.
I’ve heard strip poker can be fun if you’re playing with the right people, but I’ll bet it’s not as much fun as fuck poker. For the next several weeks, every other Tuesday night, my stomach is aflutter. I wonder whether Brad will be coming home to tell me one of his friends has won me, and there’s going to be another Wet Wednesday threesome. But the Tuesday after my evening with Sam, Brad wins without ever having to bet me. Two weeks after that, the game is called off. Two weeks after that, it’s at our house.
Sam gets there first, and when he comes in he gives me a quick kiss. ‘I had a really great time with you, you know, Dana,’ he says. ‘I’ve been trying to think of ways I can cheat, just on the off-chance Brad will bet you again, and I’ll win another Wet Wednesday.’ I blush, flattered, and I think how much I’d like that. ‘You never know,’ I tell him. ‘You could always win me again. I wouldn’t mind.’
Brad arrives and the other guys drift in, one by one, until Reese shows up at last and the game gets under way. I’m watching TV in the bedroom while they play, but every so often I go out and collect empty beer bottles, bring in snacks, playing the part of hostess-with-the-mostest.
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