A Delicious Erotic Story of a Threeway
"Going Against Type – Part Nine" erotica by Kay Jaybee
Read the entire "GAT" series here.That was surprisingly easy. Too easy really.
I had assumed it would be difficult, awkward perhaps, seedy even, but it had been none of those things. It was simply exciting, and as I wrote the enquiry email to my anonymous recipient, the pulse between my legs throbbed with the promise of what was to come.
Lying back against my bed, my plans laid, a mobile phone in one hand and a vibrator in the other, convinced that what I had just orchestrated would be as good, if not better, than my courier’s recent gorgeously savage attack on my clothing, I began to text John, echoing the message he had sent me only a week before.
“You will be at my house at 1.30pm tomo. You will NOT be late.”
Determined to distract myself from the agonising wait for a reply, I flicked the vibrator on, playing its buzzing tip gently over my clit. My imagination, full of the expectations of tomorrow, spurred me on, and I was already quivering in climax as my mobile’s tinny ringtone announced the arrival of a message seconds later.
“Will be there. What will happen?”
My fingers shook slightly as I typed, “You’ll see. Sleep well honey.”
The bell rang at precisely a quarter-past one. With my heartbeat thumping in my throat, I cautiously opened my front door.
I couldn’t contain the rush of relief that flooded me as I saw the woman who stood there. She was everything I’d hoped for, everything she said she’d be. Short bobbed red hair, freckled skin and piercing green eyes. Of similar height to me, she was slim but curvaceous, and the jet black blouse she wore hinted perfectly at the secrets of her cleavage.
But, what if I wasn’t everything she’d hoped for?
I tried to cover the growing attack of self-doubt that had assailed me since I’d woken that morning. As I let her in, she smiled seductively at me across the silence of the house. A faint line of amusement played at the corner of her lips. Immediately I was reminded of how John looks at me, and, as I swallowed back a relieved sigh, I knew it would be alright, that I had chosen well, and that she felt the same.
“When will he be here?”
“Any minute now.”
“Good.” Her voice was smooth and confident as she stepped closer to me. My visitor had played this game before, and I was grateful for her calm collectiveness, for it did much to cool my own soaring nerves as the clock ticked around to one-thirty.
“What shall I call you?” I licked my drying lips, unable to keep my eyes from her underwear free breasts. I could clearly see her nipples pressing hard against their cotton restraint.
“I use Carrie for these games. You?”
I hadn’t even given the question of names a thought. Should I tell her my real name or, what?
“I’m not sure.”
Again I was grateful to the other woman, who, as the doorbell rang again, took my clammy hand in her cool palm and squeezed it gently, “Names don’t matter. You want this, I can see you do. It’s a present for him, so let’s make it a gift he’ll never ever forget. Yes?”
“Oh yes.” I breathed out the words rather than spoke them as I headed to the door.
Carrie called out as I was about to let John in, “Exactly as we planned over the email, okay?”
“Okay.” I exhaled deeply, and opened the front door.
John looked wary, yet excitement reflected in his deep brown eyes as I let him in. A bubble of exhilaration rose in my throat as I contemplated what he was about to witness. His ultimate fantasy come true. A fantasy he had confessed to me weeks ago, when we were first discovering just how wonderfully similar our erotic day dreams were. I smiled as I remembered how apprehensive he’d been about confessing he wanted to see me with another woman.
When we reached my living room I said nothing. Carrie said nothing. I simply went to her, and picked up her hand. Damn, I wish I had a camera. John’s face, as the reality of the situation sank in, was more than a picture; it was like watching a mini fast-track porn movie play across his features.
“Would you like to sit down?” I gestured to the armchair, and turned to Carrie.
I heard John sit, and I heard him sigh, but I was aware of little else as Carrie’s mouth came to mine. Fuck, she’s so soft. I had forgotten how good a woman’s mouth felt, how soft, how pliable.
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I could have explored her lips for ever, but my concentration was broken by Carrie stepping away from my embrace.
Slowly and deliberately, she undid each of the five buttons that fastened her blouse. I never took my eyes from Carrie, as her creamy tits were revealed. The final vestiges of my apprehension disappeared, and my gaze moved to her eyes as I undid my shirt, exposing my chest to the warm air of the erotically charged room. Carrie came even closer, so close that her nipples brushed lightly against mine. I could have cried, as the exquisite, long forgotten, feeling of female flesh flowed within me.
Carrie bought a finger to my face and stroked my cheek; making tiny sparks of electricity stand the hairs up on the back of my neck. I returned the gesture, taking pleasure in the evenness of her skin across her defined cheek bones and freckle spotted neck.
Then, from the deep within me, something snapped. My pulse had been growing steadily louder and faster in my ears, and suddenly I was overcome by a desire to move quicker, to speed everything up. I tried to distract myself by turning to look at John. He was slouched back in the armchair, his legs wide, his black combats stretched over his crotch, where his obviously rigid cock was caught beneath its restraining presence. A fuck happy expression adorned his face, and his hands were unashamedly stroking the bulge in his trousers. He winked suggestively at me, sending a thrill of aphrodisiacal power through my body.
While my attention was elsewhere, Carrie, who had obviously picked up on my need for haste, increased her pace, and placed the flat of her palms over my nipples. Instantly, my almond tips pushed towards the gently rotating foreign touch, and a gasp of longing escaped my moist lips. I lifted my arms to reciprocate, but they were knocked away, and I was taken by surprise when John leapt from his chair and clasped my wrists behind my back, giving a smiling Carrie unrestrained access to my torso.
My feet began to fidget restlessly against the carpet, as together the woman and my courier ignited a wave of longing in me so strong that it surged through my tits, stomach, and down my legs, making me moan deeply and goose-bumps litter my arms. My groan was answered with one from John, as I surrendered myself to the four hands that held me.
Carrie, who’d begun to nuzzle at the undersides of my breasts, engulfed a nipple between her lips, circling her tongue over and around the ever hardening teat. John increased the pressure on my arms as Carrie’s eyes shut, as she lapped at my chest with increasing ferocity. I couldn’t fight the incredible sensations any longer; my whole being juddered and jacked between my companions. As I continued to tremble, my wrists were released, and the sound of a zip being pulled down bought me swiftly back to earth.
Carrie and I both looked at my lover, and were rewarded with the sight of a strong thick cock protruding from his trouser fly. John, who was gripping his dick firmly at its base, continued to grin wickedly at us, his flashing eyes urging us to carry on.
Only too happy to oblige, I pressed against Carrie, rubbing my body against hers, kissing her passionately for the first time. Then, frustrated with the presence of our jeans I fumbled at Carrie’s belt, while she tugged at mine, until we stood together in just our knickers. Pausing only for a gasp of air, we embarked upon a thorough exploration of each other.
With a burst of fervour, I scratched my polished nails over Carrie, as she nipped and bit my skin. Teasing the outline of her satin knickers, I pushed my thumb against the crotch. A dark dampness spread across the smooth fabric, as it stuck to the juices that were leaking from the stranger’s neglected pussy.
I broke away from Carrie’s tight clinch and, dropping to my knees, yanked the saturated panties to the floor. Inhaling the heady aroma of female sex in my nostrils, I danced light fingers between her already widening legs.
Sensing what was going to happen next, John collapsed back into his chair, letting out a rough groan, “Oh, fuckin’ hell girls.” I heard the sound of speedy fumbling as he pulled his trousers from his ankles and his t-shirt over his head, revealing the tattoos I still wasn’t sure if I loved or hated, to the tense air of the room.
As I bought my tongue to Carrie’s pussy, she thrust her mound closer to my face, her body showing my delivery man the unmistakable signs of an imminent orgasm. Encouraged by John’s soft murmurs of approval, I plunged an index finger up inside Carrie, gradually sliding it in and out in time to continued licks at her clit.
“Fuckin’ hell!” John cried out again, as Carrie spasmed against my mouth and hand.
Tearing my gaze away from the fast calming woman before me, I called to him. John quickly arrived at my side, his nakedness radiating erotic heat, his cock as hard as I’d ever seen it, “Is this alright honey. Are you having a good time?”
“What?! Are you kidding me?! You’re just so…”
Taking advantage of my preoccupation with John, Carrie pulled me to the floor, and climbed astride my legs. Pinning me down with her neat backside, she bent forward and began to feast on my breasts. I couldn’t help but whimper and squirm beneath Carrie’s mouth, which was alternately nibbling and kissing my tits, and circling, but not touching, my teats, in an agony of exquisite arousal. Slipping a finger and thumb between my legs, Carrie squeezed my nub hard, causing me to jerk uncontrollably beneath her weight. Looking directly into John’s blazing eyes, I purred happily as I came against Carrie for the second time.
It was too much for John. His face, twisted with the concentration of fighting his urge to come, finally gave up the struggle. Retrieving a condom, he rolled it on with record speed. I glanced at Carrie, who nodded in silent agreement, and lay down with her back to the floor.
John glanced at me for reassurance. I smiled, gesturing for him to carry on. Quickly he sat astride Carrie’s legs, impaling her with his thick cock. As he pumped against her, I sat over Carrie’s lustful face, giving her an intimate view of my pussy, which she began to lick out with glorious precision. I stared into John’s amazed and delighted eyes as I steadied myself by grasping handfuls of his chest hair.
While John attacked my mouth with his, Carrie’s expert tongue began to make my stomach tightened towards a third glorious climax. Suddenly, a three way explosion ripped through us. A collective cry of ecstasy resounded through the room, leaving us all fantastically, totally, breathless.
Carrie left soon afterwards, thanking us both profusely for an excellent afternoon. I turned to John; his clothes were already back in place as I dragged my creased shirt over my shoulders. “Well?”
Apparently words weren’t sufficient to describe his enjoyment of the situation just past. He moved fast, very fast, as, before I knew what was happening, I was lifted into the air and thrown upside down over the back of the armchair, my head buried into the seat as if I was doing a headstand. John’s trousers and boxers had returned to their familiar place around his ankles, and I found myself on the receiving end of yet another deliciously urgent fuck.
It’s funny what kinky images run through your head when you are tipped upside down on a leather armchair with a thick dick pumping rhythmically between your legs, and all your blood running to your head. Plans for the continual fucking of this tattooed, hairy chested, uneducated film delivery man assailed my over active imagination. You know, there’s a lot to be said for going against type...
Originally published January 2010