By Lisabet Sarai
Yes, it's me again, your hostess, with an excerpt particularly appropriate for a "Share the Love" event. The excerpt below comes from my story "Detente", in the volume Coming Together: As One, a ménage-themed collection which benefits ONE, the campaign to end global poverty. This story features a woman who lives with two men, her husband and her master. Although this might seem like the ideal, their jealousy and bickering make her life a hell. She takes off to visit a female friend, but returns to find that the dynamics of the threesome have changed in totally unexpected ways.
In addition to celebrating Coming Together, my post today is also part of Ranae Rose's multi-author Red Hot V-Day Blog Hop, which runs from the 7th to the 14th of this month. Check out the list of participants at her blog. Each of us is giving away a prize, plus Ranae is offering a grand prize $60 gift certificate to one lucky reader.
By commenting here, you're eligible for her grand prize. You may also win my prize for today, a copy of my ménage novella Monsoon Fever. And of course, all your comments today also count towards the Share the Love grand prizes - the $50 gift certificate and the Kindle Fire.
Talk about multi-function!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the excerpt. Note that it includes M/M interaction and some hints of dominance and submission.
In less than thirty seconds, my clothes are in a pile on the floor. I turn my attention back to the center of the room. David's hands rest, motionless, on Eric's buttocks. Eric lays with his cheek against the padded table. They're both watching me, looking nervous but also appreciative. They wonder what I'm going to do next.
I cup my breasts in hands still slick with lotion, then flick both nipples with my thumbs. Lovely darks of pleasure pierce my sex. Eric gives me one of his enigmatic half-smiles. David licks his lips.
I look around, locate a stool, and seat myself on it with my legs spread rudely. I smooth my hands down over my thighs, then up along the inner surfaces, until my thumbs rest near my pubis. David's swollen cock throbs and twitches as he follows my every move. Slowly, I burrow into my thatch and open my cunt lips to their gaze. A drop of liquid flows from the splayed folds and traces a lazy path down my thigh. The air fills with my funky perfume.
Eric squirms a bit on the table. David releases a shaky sigh.
"So, did you miss me?" They both nod, apparently speechless. "It does seem that you've been keeping yourself busy..."
Casually, I slip the two fingers of my right hand into my cunt. My juices overflow onto the wooden seat. I slip a third finger into my cleft. Blood surges in my clit. With the forefinger of my other hand, I begin to draw little circles on the head of that aching button of flesh. Each touch makes me shiver with pleasure.
The uncertainty is gone from my lovers' faces. All that remains is lust. I beckon to David. "Come over here and eat me," I command. He doesn't need a second invitation.
He kneels between my legs and buries his face in my bush. I nearly come the first time he plunges his tongue into me, but I hold myself back. I want to make him work for a while.
David licks and sucks energetically at my flesh, making obscene slurping noises that arouse me even more. I stroke the dark tangle of his hair, murmuring encouragement. Over his head, I catch Eric's eye. I don't see any bitterness or jealousy there. His mouth is half open, as if he's panting.
It's too delicious to resist for long. I close my eyes and surrender to sensation. David tickles, gnaws, probes, swallows me whole. When he takes my clit between his teeth, my whole body begins to shudder. After four days without sex, I come in a thundering flood. The world crumbles around me and is swept away. The aftershocks gradually subside. I open my eyes. David's still between my thighs, his mustache limp and dripping, his cheeks smeared. He looks awfully pleased with himself.
"Was that good, Margot?" he asks.
"What do you think?" I reach down and pinch the taut flesh of his cockhead. He winces in response. "But you're not done yet."
"What is your pleasure, Mistress?" He's jesting, but in fact I know that he'll do as I say.
"It's time for Eric to have some fun," I tell him. "Eric, slide down so that your feet are on the ground. Just your chest and shoulders on the table."
I've never given Eric a direct order before. He looks daggers at me. I realize that I've miscalculated.
"David, make Eric do as I said."
"Boy, move your ass. Feet on the floor, thighs spread." I can hardly believe this is my David speaking. Even more astonishing is the fact that Eric promptly complies. A wave of new lust washes over me at the sight.
From the supplies cabinet, I retrieve a tube of lubricant and a condom. I hand the latter to David. "Put this on." Meanwhile I squeeze a thick rope of lube onto the small of Eric's back.
I want to be the one to smooth it into his crack, but I don't dare. "Grease him up, David. Get him nice and ready."
David is torn. He's afraid, but he wants to do it, too, wants to slide his lubed fingers into Eric's asshole.
"No, please," Eric begs, his voice cracking. "Not that."
The protest, and my silent insistence, help David to make up his mind. "Quiet, boy. You'll take it, and you'll love it. You know you will."
It's true, I understand now. Having David fuck him will be a thrill that Eric will never forget.
I watch, totally aroused, as David smears Eric's sphincter with slippery goo. He probes with one lubed finger, then two. "Relax, Eric," he says. "Don't fight it. You'll enjoy it a lot more if you loosen up."
I realize that this is the first time he has called Eric by name.
I almost come when David first eases his cock into Eric's butthole. I'm totally fascinated, holding my breath, as the pole of rigid flesh disappears inch by inch into the depths of Eric's body. How well I know that awful, glorious sense of invasion! My own muscles spasm in sympathy.
Eric moans softly. David's in to the hilt, his wiry pubic hair brushing against the white flesh of Eric's cheeks, which still show the marks of David's whip.
He keeps his slender body motionless for half a dozen breaths, letting Eric get used to his bulk. Then David begins to pump, slow and gentle at first, but gradually increasing the speed and force of his strokes.
He weighs much less than Eric, but the force of his thrusts shakes Eric's frame. David grunts each time he slams his pelvis forward; Eric groans a fraction of a second later. I can see everything in lewd, outrageous detail: the way that Eric's anus stretches when David pushes in, the way the muscles flutter loosely when he pulls out.
David's cock seems bigger than usual. He's gritting his teeth, trying to keep control as he pounds away at Eric's poor butt. Meanwhile, Eric is arching back as if to impale himself more deeply, offering himself to David. Completely open.
Love and lust are so mingled in me that I can't distinguish them. I crouch down under the table, kneeling between Eric's legs. His cock dances in front of me, vibrating in time to David's strokes. "Master," I murmur. Gently, reverently, I take him into my mouth.
I don't even need to suck. He explodes immediately. His bitter semen floods across my tongue and drips out of my half-open lips. He wails and jerks his hips, spurting fresh gobs of come onto my face and hair. Now David is yelling too, grinding himself into Eric's guts as he finally allows himself to let go.
And me? I'm shaking, laughing, crying. I don't know if I've come, and I don't care. It doesn't matter, at this moment when we're all connected. It doesn't matter at all.
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