The Chalet (4 page)

I drew my lips off his now raging hard-on and there was a moment of inertia as they looked at each other with slight bemusement. His cock stood prominently out and away from him, glistening with my efforts, as he asked her, “How do you want to have me?”

In a bundle of limber legs and jiggling flesh, she put both feet on the floor and stood up. She turned round and lowered her breasts and belly onto the table, throwing her round ass and the secret cleft of her pussy high into the air.

He stepped forward and pressed his rounded cock-head to the sweet, glistening opening of her cunt. I watched as her tender pussy stretched to make way for him and then closed around him. They sighed mutual acceptance as he laid his hands on her ass and pushed, slow and determined, until her slick tunnel had taken every inch of his glorious, thickened cock. They were a beautiful and intimate sight. As they found each other's touch through their most sensitive regions, they fucked deep and slow over the table. I crept up behind him and pressed my body to him. His entire being was dedicated to his cause. His muscles flexed and his buttocks rippled against my belly as he fucked her. She rolled with his movement, pushing her hungry cunt back onto him as he dragged his member right through her. Alternately he would press down on her ass before taking her around the waist, holding her in place and taking his own measured pleasure with the long, full strokes of his penis. I put a hand down to encircle his cock as he thrust in and out. It was the most beautiful feeling. His hard probe slid over my hand and between my fingers, contrasting against her grasping, gulping pussy; and the manly coarseness of his pubic hair and hard pubic mound bumping relentlessly against her soft, nubile ass.

After a time we sought to make ourselves more comfortable. In a jumble of giggles, flailing limbs and groping hands we made our way into the salon and collapsed onto the rug. As we stretched out on the floor, she was playful and unabashed. With no inhibition she made known her desire for me as she forced me off balance and onto my back. Before I could get my next breath she had me straddled between her thighs and covered my face with kisses. She was frantic now. Craving our touch and needing to reciprocate. He came and knelt down beside us. As he did, she reached out to take his cock in her hand, lifted her lips from mine and engulfed his penis. I had never seen a cock taken from this angle before and I felt privy to a very special, private secret. From below, I saw his balls had grown tight and hard as her saliva dribbled down his shaft. Her blowjob was sloppy and frenetic but I knew of the pleasure she gave him as her lips pulled tight over the rim of his cock-head again and again. He drew in a sharp breath when I began to fondle his balls, allowing my fingers into his crevices, and toying with the slippery skin of his sack.

“Hey,” I said to her at last. “Will you share some of that with me?”

She smiled languorously. She breathed heavily, her lips and chin were sticky and glistening, and a light sheen had broken out on her forehead.

“Who?” she said. “Him or me?”

I had meant that I'd wanted her to go down on me. But her question put an idea into my head. I grinned at the glistening, dripping cherub above me.

“Both,” I told her. “Come. Lay on your back. I want you to taste me now.”

She was both enthusiastic and obliging. She wriggled onto her back as I turned myself over and around to gradually, finally lower my pussy onto her face. She was delightfully eager. I would not say that she was gentle—certainly not as gentle as I was with her. She took me hungrily and I could feel her lips, her tongue, and her nose and fingers all at play in and around my pussy. Now, as she touched me, honey flowed from everywhere and the inner walls of my cunt became puffy and slick. The sounds of her tongue rushing over my slit and of her curious fingers were like waves lapping on a shore. Those waves became pulses of delight rippling over my skin and washing through me. I lowered my head and attempted to give the same sweet pleasure to her pussy, as she thrust her damp mound up onto my chin.

Behind me I felt his hands. He held my back and then slipped his hands down over my ass. He kneaded my ass-flesh and then traced the outline of my cleft with his fingers. Down from the small of my back and into the crack. Down over my anus and into my honey where his fingers met her tongue. With each pass of his hand my belly twitched and my cleft slickened. I imagined that my pussy was fairly well gaping now—a hungry haven, capable of giving and receiving so much joy. I experienced the odd sensation of at once feeling wet and wide on the outside but tight and swollen within. I longed to be touched all the way through. To feel length and girth inside me, pushing me apart and dragging at my cunt's elastic entrance at every stroke. I wanted him to fill me but I did not want to speak it. I wanted him to know.

In time I felt his smooth, bulbous cock press flush against my entrance. I couldn't have kept him out even if I'd tried. He bucked just a little and my cunt flexed deliciously wide, almost on the brink of pain, before closing over his ridge and enveloping his smooth end. Buried in the valley of her thighs, I could imagine the pleasure on his face. He and I moved together again, and I fed my depth over his length until we made a natural, beautiful fit. I gave myself over to pleasure and felt truly spoiled as he held my ass, stroking deep and long, in and out while her impish tongue played over his balls, my clit, and the indeterminate area where cock met cunt.

It seemed we moved like this for an age—a harmony of motion, sighs, and gasps and of the sticky wetness that has taken on the sound of pleasure. We moved as one being, each in tune with the lust of the other. From behind me his gasps became louder and he began to quicken his strokes. Enflamed by the rising fire, I poured myself into her and gave every ounce of my energy to her pleasure. His strokes had become a loud slapping and I, at the other end, vigorously massaged her clit under my fingers and tongue. The muscles in her belly tightened and her gasps became perforated by cries. She squeezed my head between her soft plump thighs and, with what came out as nearly a sob, she gave herself over to the soul-shaking force of her orgasm. As she did so, I felt him pull free from the clutch of my tunnel and send a thick, hot stream of sperm over my back and splashing into my buttocks. For those few moments they were locked together, frozen in the pleasure of orgasmic apoplexy, with me as the catalyst to their ecstasy. As sanity returned, he collapsed onto his hands and knees and crawled up beside me. I pushed my hair out of my eyes to find his face, inches from mine, beaming an immense and impish smile. His expression was clear and bright. His eyes spoke of the surprise, the naughtiness, and all the rude pleasure he had both given and consumed. Quickly, almost impudently, he kissed me—as if I might somehow find that improper, even after all we had shared. To show him the foolishness of his doubt, I quickly pulled him to me and hugged him hard. From below me, she giggled.

“You have cum on your bum!” she said.

“I do,” I laughed. “And there is only one gorgeous culprit.”

I was teasing him. And it was working.

“Hang on,” he said, rising quickly, a nervous veil of sheepishness whispering over his face.

He hurried to the veranda, where he grabbed a towel and strode back. He made a handsome picture. His tousled hair catching the glow of the soft, tiny spotlights dotted around the room. His still-strong penis refusing to rest, and dancing from side to side with his every step. And his rugged, T-shaped torso belying the softness and concern in his face.

I raised one knee and let my naked little captive out from beneath me. She wriggled free, and together they each took a corner of the towel and began tenderly to blot his semen from my skin. The scene made me laugh, and I giggled out loud. There I was, perched like a glistening show pony between them, as these two beautiful people, full of such concern and sweet conscience, dabbed away the sticky, shameless proof of our pleasure.

With every nerve emanating happiness and deep satisfaction, I let out a contended sigh and flopped down between them onto my back. Beside me, he rested on his heels, and she sat with her legs crossed. I love the way such naughtiness, such unexpected and unconventional unions can bring people together. To make a trio of people so much at one that they can orgasm shamelessly together, and then bask naked in one another's company. I stretched long and languidly, reaching out my hands to both of them. My left hand met his balls. They were full and plump in my hand, distending gradually, having played their telltale part in our fucking. He drew in a sharp breath at the touch. He was still very sensitive. I squeezed, but my hands were gentle. And I knew that my touch only brought him pleasure. My right hand met her thigh. And I traced my fingers along the smooth and supple flesh until my fingers met the valley of her pussy—still outrageously wet and slippery. I tugged gently on each of their genitals, pulling them toward one another.

“Kiss,” I told them. “For me.”

And in the gold and dark of that libidinous room, I watched from below as my two beautiful friends put their hungry lips together to show one another, in one simple gesture, the depth of their trust, their desire, and their joy.

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