Speaker 1: I couldn't stop thinking about it. The thought had been
creeping into my mind for months now, insistent and maddening,
making my thighs clench. Earth to Madison, I blinked, focusing
on Jenna's face hovering above me, her blue eyes amused
as she straddled my hips on our couch. You're somewhere else, sorry,
I reached up, tucking a strand of her dark hair
behind her ear, just you know. Her smile turned, knowing
that thing we talked about. We'd been together for three years,
and I loved her deeply, but lately our conversations had
drifted to forbidden territory fantasies that made my face burn,
even as a rousal pooled between my legs. We'd watch
porn together, two girls on one guy, their lips meeting
around a thick shaft, tongues tangling as they worshiped him together.
Maybe we should get another toy, Jenna suggested, her hips
rolling against mine. That dildo we bought was nice, but
it's not the same, I finished for her. The silicone
had been veiny and thick, and we'd taken turns sucking
it while the other watched, but it lacked warmth, scent,
the salty taste of skin, of cock, real cock. I
want the real thing, I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.
Jenna leaned down, pressing her forehead to mine. Me too.
We went out that Friday. The club pulsed with base
and heat, bodies grinding on the dance floor. I wore
a short black dress that barely covered my ass, and
Jenna had on tight jeans that made her look etible.
We danced together as we always did, men watching us
with hungry eyes. What about him? Jenna whispered, nodding toward
a tall guy at the bar, dark hair, strong jaw,
watching us with open interest. Too pretty, I said, he
knows it. We need someone who won't ask questions. Then
I saw him standing near the back, nursing a beer
broader than my type, with a rough beard and work
worn hands. He looked like he'd take what was offered
without overthinking it. Him, I said. Jenna followed my gaze.
Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. Yeah him. We
approached together, flanking him. I pressed against his left side,
Jenna on his right. Hey, I said, loud enough to
be heard over the music. You want to have some fun.
His eyes moved between us, surprised but interested. Both of you,
both of us. What kind of fun? The best kind?
Jenna's hand slid down his chest. Come with us. The
alley behind the club was dark, the brick wall cool
against my back as we pulled him into the shadows.
His name was Derek, and he smelled like beer and
cologne and something underneath that made my mouth water. So
you two are, he started together. Yes, I said, but
we want to share you if you're into that. Fuck. Yes,
I'm into that. Jenna and I exchanged a look. This
was really happening. We sank to our knees together on
the concrete, our hands working his belt, his zipper. My
heart hammered against my ribs. When we pulled his jeans down,
his cock strained against his boxers, thick and hard. God,
Jenna breathed. I hooked my fingers in his waistband and
pulled his cock sprang free, veiny and flushed, and I
moaned at the sight. The smell hit me musk and
skin and pure male, and I was surprised by how
much I liked it. Can we, I asked, looking up
at him, Please, I leaned in first, my tongue tracing
the head, getting my first taste salty, different than Jenna.
I heard her sharp intake of breath beside me, and
then her tongue joined mine, licking down the shaft as
I worked the tip. Jesus Derek groaned, his hand finding
my hair. We fell into a rhythm, taking turns, sucking
him deep while the other licked and kissed, making our
tongues dance on his dick. My jaw ached, but I
didn't care. I was wetter than i'd been in months,
my thighs pressing together for friction. Let me, Jenna said,
and I pulled back, watching her take him down her throat.
I kissed down to his balls, sucking one into my mouth,
rolling it on my tongue. His groan vibrated through me more.
He panted, please more. I released his balls, my tongue
tracing lower. I knew what I wanted, what we'd talked
about during those late nights, touching ourselves to the thought
of exactly this. I spread his cheeks, my tongue, finding
his ass, circling the tight ring of muscle. Oh fuck,
his hips jerked. Jenna popped off his cock. Let me.
We switched, and I took him back in my mouth,
tasting myself on his skin. As Jenna rimmed him. His
breathing grew ragged, his thighs trembling. So good, he moaned,
so fucking good. We worked him relentlessly, switching back and forth,
both of us tonguing his ass. At one point, while
our hands stroked his slick cock. I was lost in it,
the taste, the sounds, the sheer filthiness of what we
were doing. Close, he warned, So close. Jenna and I
pulled back, our mouths, open, tongues out. We watched each
other as he stroked himself, our lips meeting in a
messy kiss. I'm he groaned, and then he was coming,
thick ropes, painting our faces, our tongues. I swallowed what
landed in my mouth, then turned to Jenna, licking his
cumb from her cheek. We kissed, sharing the taste of him,
our tongues sliding together. His release was bitter, strange, but
the intimacy of it made me dizzy with need. Thank you,
I whispered, when we finally broke apart, looking up at him.
Thank you, he breathed. We got to our feet legs shaky,
wiping our faces with our hands. I was about to
suggest we head back inside when I heard a sound
behind me. I turned. Four men stood at the mouth
of the alley. They'd been there a while, hands in
their pants, their hard cocks visible in the dim light
from the street. They were watching us with dark, hungry eyes.
Well well, one of them said, that was quite a show.
My stomach dropped, then surged with something else heat anticipation.
Jenna's hand found mine, squeezing tight. Looks like we have
an audience, more than an audience, another man said, stepping forward,
his hawk was already out, thick and hard. We've been patient.
Four men, four hard cocks. My mouth went dry. Jenna
leaned into me, her lips brushing my ear. What do
you think? Mads? One was nice, But I looked at
the men, their hungry faces. Then I looked at Jenna,
my girlfriend, my love. Her eyes dark with the same
craving that burned through me. I licked my lips, tasting
Derrick's come. Still there. It's going to be a long night,
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