He looked up and made eye contact with me just as Todd settled himself on top of me, his lower body between my legs. He had the condom on, and he nudged the head of his c**k between my legs. My pu**y had never felt so swollen and tight, but I was wet. Looking at Smith, watching, I had second thoughts. Was this what he wanted? Smith nodded to go ahead.
I spread my legs wider and let Todd in, one last time for old times' sake.
He filled me, and I gasped with shock. After all the buildup, after being rebuffed by Smith for so many days, and after all the damn typing work, my insides roared and mewed with pleasure. Cock. Hot, hard, wonderful cock. Skewering me.
He thrust as I rocked my h*ps to meet his pace. They say women are the life-givers, because we give birth, but first it comes from the cock. I arched my back and wrapped my legs around Todd's muscular back, trying to eat him with my body.
I'll devour you, I thought. I'll devour anyone who touches me, and I'll burn them up inside me.
Cool hands stroked my hair. Rochelle's hands. Lips were on mine.
I was quiet at first, the sounds building up like a song in my chest, and then the music came out of me, gushing from my throat, and I didn't care who heard.
My orgasm began to blossom inside me, like pointed flower buds, tickling and straining.
I opened my eyes, expecting to see Smith, but found only brown eyes above me. Todd. And he had that loving look he always got during sex. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes, trying to sober up and to not see him inside my mind, but he was in there, inside me in more ways than one.
Someone suggested a position change, and I shoved Todd away clumsily, rolling onto my knees with my ass in the air. This was better, less intimate. Slim fingers slid in and out of my pu**y, not quite hitting the right places. I swallowed my complaints for a moment, until my flower buds threatened to wilt, and I turned my head and politely ordered Todd to f**k me.
"Huh?" he said.
"Todd. Fuck me like that time in Mexico."
Bless his heart. He knew exactly what I meant, and a moment later, he was railing me hard from behind, and I was starting to come, gripping the bed sheets and panting, the arteries in my neck throbbing.
Someone was talking, but I couldn't tell who. I opened my eyes, trying to get my bearings, even though all I wanted to do was roll down that grassy meadow of bliss and feel my body clench with orgasm.
The three of us were still on the bed, and I was on my knees, facing the foot of the bed. Facing Smith. He was so close, he could reach out and touch me if he wanted.
I made eye contact with him, and tried to send him a message with my eyes. Is this what you want? To see another man f**king me like a wild animal? Does this make you happy? Are you satisfied that I'll do anything you ask?
Smith licked his lips and set his drink aside. He pulled off his shirt as he stood, and then stepped the short distance toward me, undoing his pants.
My heart was thumping with that I'm-in-trouble panicky feeling. What was happening?
He pulled down his shorts, and I understood.
The gag.
Between ragged breaths, I muttered, "If you wanted to gag me, you could just stick your necktie in my mouth."
He gazed down at me, though it was hard to maintain eye contact with Todd pounding away, his hands slipping constantly on our sweat.
Smith said, "Is that what you want? A piece of fabric in your mouth?"
I dropped my jaw to open my mouth wide in answer.
He stepped forward and guided his erection into my mouth.
I think Rochelle squealed and clapped with excitement, but there was so much going on, I could barely tell what side was up.
Todd grunted, letting me know he was coming. His c**k got so hard and big inside me, pulsing as he ejaculated.
My garden of bliss rocked into bloom, petals opening wide, and I came.
Flesh on flesh. Skin. Sweat. Clenching and shaking.
This orgasm was so huge, it either blinded me or shut down my eyelids, because I couldn't see anything but blackness and flashing stars.
The man attached to the flesh in my mouth gasped, and then he was with me, coming in my mouth like a volcano erupting.
My throat tightened and released as I let out another moan and came again as I sucked and swallowed.
Time slowed, then sped up, and I came back down to Planet Earth, from wherever I'd been.
Both of the guys eased out of me, and it felt strange to suddenly have my body back to myself again. I swung my legs around and sat on the edge of the bed, catching my breath. I stared up at Smith as though nobody else was in the room.
He rubbed his knuckles on my cheek. Softly, he said, "Was that good?"
I kissed his hand. "Yes. Did you have fun?"
He grinned and pulled away to retrieve his pants and quickly pull them up. "This has to go in the book," he said.
From behind me, Rochelle said, "What book?"