Tension crackled through the room. Clearly Teri Dalton was enjoying herself, but it was only when she bellowed, “Oh my God, I’m coming!” and collapsed in a breathless heap at the base of the fire pole that the tension truly broke. She scrambled to her knees and gave Ian’s cock a deep-throated kiss, nearly gagging herself before she came up laughing. “I had no idea it could be like this. Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
The two men nodded to each other, and Ben stopped communing with Liz’s quinny and whispered in her ear. “Time to give Little Miss a proper initiation into womanhood. Follow our lead.” He reached into the truck and pulled out a penis-shaped vibrator.
Then Ian lifted the surprised intern on to the hood of the truck. Both men scrambled up after her, and Ben handed the vibrator to his friend, and donned a condom.
“You’ve been eyeing Ben’s big cock ever since he first unwrapped it,” Ian said. ‘Would you like a test drive?’
Teri was already guiding Ben’s erection into her dilated pussy. With the first gentle thrust, her gasp was tinged with pain as she stretched to accommodate him. But pain quickly gave way to purrs of pleasure as Teri wrapped her legs around him and thrust back.
“I saw you eyeing Lizzie’s pussy,” Ben grunted between thrusts. “You’d like a taste, wouldn’t you?”
Ian was already helping Liz on to the truck. Liz was more than a little surprised when the intern grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down snug against her enthusiastic mouth. She was a quick study, lapping and tugging at Liz’s labia and clit with a tongue that must surely be double-jointed. Then the two men nodded to each other again.
“I want you on top,” Ben said, pulling out and shifting until Teri was sitting on his belly riding his cock.
“Do you like toys, Teri?” Eyeing Teri’s arse, Ian revved up the vibrator.
“Don’t you dare,” Liz gasped.
“No, I want it,” Teri protested. “I want to know what it feels like to have. . something up there.” She held Liz’s gaze. “You seemed to like it.”
“You heard the lady, Lizzie. Would you do the honours?” He lifted the vibrator to Liz’s mouth and, for the sake of Teri’s tender arse, she gave it a good licking.
“That’s a girl. Now, Teri, I’m going to show you another great way to come.” He pressed the head of the vibrator against Teri’s tight anus. She squirmed and groaned, but instead of pulling away, she licked her fingers until they were dripping with saliva, then began to probe and stretch at her own arsehole.
“Put it in me,” she gasped.
“You sure?” Ian asked.
“I’m sure. I’m ready.” She leaned forwards over Ben.
Ian obliged.
The intern screamed and bucked hard. At first Liz mistook her orgasm for pain until she cried out, “Oh God, don’t stop. That feels so good! So good!”
Then Ian guided Liz’s hand to the vibrator. “You do the honours, Liz. After all, she’s your intern.” He winked at her.
Liz took over the controls. “I’ve saved the best for myself,” Ian grunted, as he lifted her hips and slid his penis into her wet snatch. “Your cunny’s still the best of the best, Liz. I can’t get enough of you.” He nodded to the vibrator. “Keep the pressure on. Our student needs the practice.” Liz was pretty sure Teri would be sitting carefully tomorrow.
They were all properly smeared with greasepaint and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. The wet sounds of sex filled the room along with the thickening scent of arousal. Hands groped tits and arses, mouths and tongues probed and suckled all to a soundtrack of thrusting and grunting and the low buzz of the vibrator up Teri’s arse.
They were all close, so close. Ben’s muscles looked as though they would shatter from the tension increasing with each thrust, and Liz was pretty sure Ian had been holding his breath, riding the wave so near the crest. She clenched tight as another orgasm raged through her, and that was enough to send Ian, who gripped her arse and groaned. She could feel his cock convulsing inside her. Seconds later, Ben followed suit, and suddenly Teri cried out her own release.
Later, when they were dressed and had finished the shoot, Teri nodded to the set. “If all the shoots were like this we’d never get this calendar finished.” Then she gave Liz a tonsil-deep kiss, followed by a good feel up of her tits. “But we’d have fun, wouldn’t we?”
As the intern left, the two men each put an arm around Liz. “Are we squared on our debt now?” Ian asked.
Liz pushed them away. “I’d hardly call something you both clearly enjoyed so much payment of your debt, would you?”
“Then what did you have in mind?” Ben asked.
Liz looked down at her watch. “Well, it is Friday night. None of us has to get up early tomorrow. I really could use a bath after our exhausting little shoot.”
The two men looked at each other. “You want us to give you a bath?” Ben asked.
“For starters. Then we’ll see what comes up.”
“But we’ll enjoy that too,” Ian said. “At this rate, we’ll never get out of your debt.”
“Now you’re getting the picture.” She gave them both a quick stroke of the cock through their jeans and headed for the door, with both blokes close behind, and anxious to service their debt.
One Last Fling
Kristina Wright
“We’re Vegas bound,” Douglas said, helping me into the back of our sleek, black limousine.
The neon lights outside Club Europa reflected off my silver-sequined minidress, causing it to sparkle like a disco ball. I made a half-hearted effort to preserve my modesty as I climbed into the limo, tugging my dress with one hand while I held a glass of champagne in the other. I wasn’t particularly successful at either, as I felt a cool breeze on my ass and the trickle of champagne on my wrist. I fell into the back of the limo in a fit of giggles and waited for my entourage to join me.
“Oh, but I’m not finished dancing!”
Alex got in beside me, his long limbs tangling with mine as we made room for two more. “It’s three hours to Vegas and the girls are waiting for you. You’ll dance the night away tomorrow night.”
“Fuck the night away, is more like it,” Douglas said, as he and Neil climbed in and sat across from us.
Neil tapped the partition between the driver and us. “We’re ready,” he called. “Let’s get the bride to Vegas.”
The limo pulled away from the kerb in front of my favourite dance club and I waved goodbye as if I would never see it again. I was giddy and tipsy and very cosy in the back of the limo with my three favourite men — besides my fiance Simon, of course. What can I say? I’ve always been a tomboy and that has translated into deep, meaningful — and sometimes even platonic — friendships with men. Not that I don’t have female friends, I do. They were waiting for me at the Bellagio in Vegas and in the morning we’d be getting massages and pedicures and talking about boys before I walked down the aisle. But I had wanted my last night as a single woman to be spent with my three closest male friends.
It had been Simon’s idea for my bachelorette party to end up in Vegas, where we were to be married the following evening. Now, I was floating happily along thanks to the beautiful, bubbly champagne that kept flowing into my glass from endless bottles provided by my attentive staff of three. I was dressed in sparkly sequins and smoky mascara, looking very much the part of a party girl out for a night of dancing and debauchery. I smiled like the proverbial cat that has eaten the cream and curled up contentedly on the leather seat next to Alex.
“Well, lady, did we show you a good last night?” Alex asked, refilling my glass yet again.
I giggled as I sipped the expensive champagne. “Absolutely. We made quite a scene on the dance floor.”
It was true. We’d popped into three clubs over the course of the evening and caused a bit of a stir every time as I led the men out to the centre of the dance floor. Gyrating with three men is likely to garner a lot of attention. Not that I minded. I loved having all eyes on me and my boys. Alex, at six-four and with almost white-blond hair, often caused enough of a stir on his own. But throw in former football-playing Douglas with his rugged good looks and Neil, with the lean, muscular body of a runner, and I was certain every woman in every club was jealous of me. The best part was the safe feeling I had surrounded by men who knew me at least as well as Simon did. I snuggled against Alex’s shoulder and sighed. Douglas and Neil sat across from us, drinking beer from the well-stocked limo fridge.