Eleven - Aaron
The evening had descended into the kind of debauchery I’d only ever read about. I’d sucked my first cock. Kevin had taken my ‘anal cherry’ and made me come so hard it made me emotional, and now this.
It was a lot to process at once, but I’d promised myself to stay out of my head and in the moment, and that was exactly what I was doing. And, in this moment, a beautiful woman wanted me to fuck her—an insatiable woman.
“What do you say? Want to see if you can satisfy me?” Paisley was smiling up at me.
Her fingers had already found their way back between her swollen lips, pulling at them to either get her ready for me, drag out what Kevin had done to her, or a potential mixture of the two.
“I’m willing to give it a try.” My answer was much less confident than Kevin would have probably liked, but I had to be honest; it looked like Paisley wanted to devour me in the best possible way.
“Good.” She rose like Venus from the water, looking sexier than ever and so effortlessly comfortable in her thigh-high socks and nothing else that I was harder than I thought possible after such a short refractory period.
She kissed me, her breasts pressing into me with an urgency and desire all of their own. Her soft body molded to mine perfectly; we fit perfectly in a way I couldn’t explain—all three of us.
Kevin watched as we kissed, subtly handing me a condom to ready me to rise to the challenge of satisfying Paisley completely where he had failed.
“Bend me over the table. I want you to fuck me like Kevin fucked you.” Paisley’s filthy words were little more than a hiss. As if they weren’t enough, she let her hand slip between us, giving me another firm squeeze as if to claim me as her property.
Something came over me in that moment. Like my ‘caveman brain’ switching on, I grabbed her shoulders and flipped her before pushing her to bend over the table where I’d finally explored my bisexuality only moments earlier.
“Oh! This. This, I like.” She giggled, playfully wiggling her ass high in the air to entice me further.
“You sure you’re ready for him? He’s bigger than me.” Kevin chuckled without a hint of jealousy.
“More than ready. Fuck my brains out, Aaron!” She half-yelled, half-giggled as she continued wiggling her hips, making that perfectly curvy ass of hers jiggle hypnotically.
I slipped on a condom and took my place behind her.
She leaned forward, reaching behind to grab her thighs to spread herself even wider.
It was such a confident gesture, executed with such inhibition that my caveman brain stayed firmly in charge, keeping me from hesitating or thinking about my options for even a second.
I slammed into her, not stopping until our bodies were fused and I was buried up to the hilt in her. The force of my thrust shunted the table a little, forcing a grunt of delight to escape her and a smattering of applause from Kevin.
“That’s it, fuck her hard!” He encouraged. Whether he simply wanted me to put on a good show or finish the job he started, I couldn’t tell. But I was going to fuck her as hard and fast for as long as I possibly could.
After such a long dry spell, she felt heavenly. Her warmth wrapped around me, invitingly. I wanted to savor every moment of our joining, and yet, I also wanted—no, needed to fuck her so hard I wouldn’t be able to last long.
The latter impulse won out. I banged into her like a man possessed, and that possession was of a singular goal—my release.
Paisley cried out with every thrust, her yelps a playful, cheery, musical accompaniment to our joining. It was matched by the obscene wet sounds of our bodies slapping together as her arousal pushed her higher, high enough that I could feel her leaking around me and down her inner thighs.
“That’s it… just like that….” She moaned over and over again, gripping the table harder and driving her hips back to meet my every thrust.
I was building up to my release, that familiar weight and pressure in my balls swelling with a need that wouldn’t be denied when I felt Kevin behind me. More accurately, I felt him pressing against my still very lubed, still very well-fucked hole.
“Hold still a sec, I’m getting in on this.”
“Oh, fuck… are you going to fuck Aaron while he fucks me?” Paisley moaned, the idea of us sharing one another at the same time ready to tip her over the edge.
“Yep. Watching the two of you together has me more than ready.”
I paused for a second, catching my breath and letting Kevin slide in behind me.
He eased in without resistance again, the feeling just as good this time but less scary.
I knew I could take him. I knew how good it would feel.
I had already crossed that line, claimed my bisexuality fully, and was now able to enjoy it even more.
I sighed as he thrust into me, a sound Paisley mirrored as she pushed back toward me. Sandwiched between them, giving and receiving pleasure, I felt more loved and wanted than ever.
I settled back into a steady rhythm, shallower thrusts now that Kevin was restricting my movements. It didn’t take him long to find his groove with me, and we were soon lost in a very kinky chain of bodies lost in bliss.
The combination of her wrapped around me and him deep inside me had me teetering on that delicious edge quicker than I would have liked.
I held myself there, grunting and gasping and delaying the inevitable as long as possible, determined to live in this beautiful feeling before reaching the top of the rollercoaster and careering down.
One deep thrust from Kevin, and I was undone. I came inside Paisley with a grunt, jamming myself deeper and deeper until her sounds matched mine, several octaves higher, but just as untethered.
Her insides gripped me, milked me of every drop while Kevin kept hitting that sweet spot inside me that had remained untouched until today.
I drifted out of my body, unable to process the sheer amount of pleasure I was experiencing. The more I thrust, the higher I climbed. The more I submitted, the deeper I went.
I collapsed on top of Paisley, unable to hold myself upright, speak, or do anything but breathe as I came back down to Earth.
Underneath me, it appeared Paisley was going through something similar, mumbling incoherently with a mixture of satisfaction, exhaustion, and something else.
When I finally managed to focus on the words, I could clearly hear her saying one word, over and over again: more.
“Really? You’re still not satisfied?” Kevin spoke for me.
He stepped back and slipped out of me, and I did the same. Paisley was now bent over the table, her pussy looking more swollen and wetter than ever, but just as hungry as when we first started.
“Oh, I’m satisfied, but I wouldn’t say no to one more time….”
We shook our heads in unison. It was going to take both of us to satisfy her.