Afternoon Delight (5 page)

By the time he could think again, Savannah had each of his wrists tied to a slat in the headboard and his eyes blindfolded. He heard her moving around again, then the mattress dipped as she crawled back into her place between his legs. Lori slowed the movement of her mouth on his cock, barely taking the head into that heated cavern and stroking him from root to tip with her fingers.

His stomach tightened as he listened to Savannah's movements, but he didn't have long to wonder what she had in mind. Lori released his dick, turned to straddle his chest and reached down to pull his legs until they were bent at the knees. He knew her nicely rounded ass was only inches from his mouth, but the blindfold had him at a disadvantage. He wanted to run his eyes over that sweet flesh and treat it to little licks and bites. Tentatively he stretched out his tongue and was rewarded when it made contact with Lori's velvety skin.

But as he began to amuse himself with tasty little nips, a nice distraction to keep him from coming too soon, he felt something cool between the cheeks of his ass and arousal and apprehension swept over him. They wouldn't would they?

Surely not. But no, he was discovering these imps would do anything.

Savannah's slender finger probed through the ring of sphincter muscle then slid into his asshole, smoothing the cool gel inside.

What next?

He didn't have to wait too long to find out. A narrow wand pressed just inside the opening of his rectum and a low hum began to vibrate through him. Oh, God, he was going to lose his mind. He'd only experienced this once before, and the intensity of the orgasm it had produced had frightened him.

He tried to pull away but they restrained him with their bodies, making movement almost impossible.

Lori wriggled on his chest, rubbing her pussy, now dripping again, across his thick springy hair and murmuring in soothing tones.

"You'll love it, Deke. Wait and see. You know we wouldn't do anything to cause you pain."

He heard the sound of foil tearing—they must have gotten a condom from their own stash—and a thin latex was rolled over his aching cock. Then she reversed her body and lowered herself onto his rigid shaft, one arousing inch at a time. When he was seated fully, filling every tight inch of her, the tip of his cock probing at the mouth of her womb, she began to ride him with slow, gliding movements.

Savannah kicked up the vibrator to a higher level, pushing it further into his rectum. Her hands cradled his balls as she fucked his ass, making small sounds of pleasure in her throat.

He wanted to reach out and touch Lori, to move her faster, but his hands were immobilised and she was determined, it seemed, not to rush this. Every bit of his body was on fire, his balls aching, his muscles clenching.

"I'm playing with my clit," Lori said in a whispery voice.

"I'm so wet for you, Deke. Ooh, I can feel my juices running out onto your skin. Here, taste."

She placed her fingertips on his lips and he licked them in desperation.

"Doesn't that taste good? Ooh, you fill my pussy so tightly.

Your cock is so big. I'm rubbing my clit again. Would you like to go off, Deke? Would you like us to let you come?"

Jesus, yes.

But he was beyond the capacity to speak. He could merely nod his head. He wanted this, but at the same time, he feared it, knowing it would consume his entire body.

"You have a great asshole," Savannah said from between his legs. "Oh, Lori, he's so nice and tight here. But I think he can take a little more, don't you?"

"Better hurry, kitten. I'm right at the edge."

"I think Deke could say the same thing. Oh, let's make him come. Ride him, Lori. Pinch your clit and ride his cock."

Just as Lori increased the pace of her up and down glide,

Savannah slide the vibrator all the way into his rectum and turned the speed to high.

He went off like a rocket, the climax grabbing him and shaking him, his muscles clenching in powerful spasms, his body arching off the bed and nearly dislodging Lori. His semen shot into the condom in thick, heavy spurts, draining him, yet still the contractions shook him. Sweat covered his body. His heart thundered so hard he was sure it would crack a rib and his lungs were desperate for air. A whirlwind picked him up, tossed him about and catapulted him into space, going on and on.

At last, Savannah shut off the vibrator and eased it from his ass, and Lori collapsed forward on his chest, her own body still shaking. Savannah curled up between his legs and trailed soft kisses on the insides of his thighs. He wasn't sure he could take another erotic touch, but he didn't want her to stop, either.

He couldn't remember the last time an orgasm had consumed him like this. Every muscle in his body seemed stretched to its limit. Even his dick was not just relaxed though nearly soft.

Finally he made his brain work.

"The condom," he rasped. "We don't want any accidental spills."

Lori sighed and lifted up from his chest. "Don't worry.

We've got it covered."

As she slowly lifted her pussy from his shaft, he felt cloth immediately placed tightly around the root of his cock and clamping over the end of the condom. When Lori had lifted herself completely free and collapsed at his side, Savannah wrapped the cloth in her hands around the entire condom and rolled it off his cock.

"Not even a drop spilled," she assured him.

Then she moved around to untie his hands and remove the blindfold. His eyes hardly focused at first and he was sure a truck had rolled over him.

"Like that little trick, do you?" Savannah gave him a coy smile.

With what little strength he had, he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her onto the bed beside him.

"You know what they say, don't you?" he teased.

"Paybacks are hell."

Dusk had arrived by the time Lori and Savannah had tidied the patio, showered and dressed for the evening. Now they stood in front of Deke's door, battling an unexpected case of last minute nerves.

"What do you think his friend is like?" Lori asked her friend.

"God, I hope he's like him," was Savannah's fervent answer.

After the session on the bed, Deke had weakly retrieved his things, given each of them a deep kiss then invited them to dinner.

"Eight o'clock." He'd grinned. "And a friend of mine will be joining us. Be nice to have an even number, don't you think?"

He refused to give them any details about who his friend was or what he was like, only assuring them they'd like him and warning them to be prepared for anything the evening presented.

"One more thing," he added, as he stood in the doorway.

"Very casual dress. And no panties."

They gawked at him.

"Oh, come on, ladies. Don't tell me that after all that went on here today a little thing like no panties makes you nervous. Aren't you game for anything?"

Savannah and Lori exchanged a silent look then nodded their heads.

"All right, then. See you tonight."

Now they checked each other one more time. They'd dressed almost identically, in skirts that barely brushed the tops of their thighs, halter tops that tied in front and sandals.

No bras. No panties. And each knew the other was already aroused by the anticipation of the unexpected.

"You know Deke will be expecting a replay of this afternoon," Savannah pointed out. "And now he's bringing someone else along for the ride."

"Well. Nothing's ever scared us before," Lori reminded her.

"Let's see what's in store."

She reach out to press the bell just as the door opened, and Deke stood there, hot and sexy in soft jeans and a cotton polo shirt. His feet were bare.

"We thought we heard you out here. Come on in."

Although the two condos were similar in layout, the girls' reflected their taste in soft colours and country-style furniture. Deke's was decorated in earth tones, with large pieces of leather furniture and western art on the walls.

"I set up the bar on the patio," he told them, leading the way through the living room. "You're already two drinks behind."

As they stepped out onto the patio a tall, dark-haired man moved forward from where he'd been leaning against the low wall. Like Deke, he moved with lithe, jungle grace, and again like Deke, he should have had a sign tattooed on him.

"Warning. Overload of sexual appeal."

His eyes were slate grey fringed with thick dark lashes, and when he smiled, one dimple winked at the left corner of his mouth.

He held out his hand. "Hi. I'm Slade. Nice to meet you."

Lori, who was closest, took his hand. The instant they made contact a thrill of electricity course through her, and she had to clutch his hand to keep herself from falling. Her knees were suddenly weak and already liquid pooled and dripped onto her thighs.

"Hi," she finally managed. "Nice to meet you. I'm Lori."

Slade glanced over her shoulder. "And you must be Savannah. Deke has told me all about you."

Both women blushed furiously then giggled.

"I hope he didn't give away all our secrets," Savannah said.

"I saved a few for tonight," Deke told them. "What would you like to drink?"

It was pleasant sitting on the patio. The evening was a typical Texas late spring night, soft and warm with a gentle breeze stirring the air. The conversation was casual, four people learning more about each other, discussing likes and dislikes and sharing common interests.

Until Deke made the first move.

"Savannah, why don't you come over here and sit on my lap? You're too far away for me to appreciate you." He patted his thigh.

Savannah looked at Lori who winked at her, took a healthy swallow of her drink and arranged herself on Deke's lap.

"No, sweet cheeks, like this." He turned her so she faced forward, arranged her legs on either side of his and flipped up her skirt.

Slade's eyes widened at the naked cunt Deke had opened to their view. "Jesus," he said softly. "That's beautiful."

"You have no idea how much," Deke told him, and proceeded to part the outer lips to expose the inner pink flesh, already slick with moisture.

"She's dripping," Slade commented.

"And I'll bet Lori is, too."

In seconds, Slade had set his drink on the table, lifted Lori from her seat and placed her on his lap in the same position.

One finger traced her slit and when he lifted it, the skin was coated with cream.

"You were right when you said you had two very hot women coming over tonight," he commented. He licked his finger. "Gorgeous
and
delicious."

Savannah grasped the arms of the chair to steady herself as Deke's fingers began to tease at her pussy, stroking the wet flesh, dipping into her vaginal opening and rasping her already aroused clit.

"I'll bet I can make you come in less than a minute," he said at her ear.

"Oh, God," she groaned, biting her lower lip.

"Just hang on for the ride, honey, and watch Slade and Lori."

He kissed her neck, soft kisses that trailed down to her shoulder and gently bit the sensitive spot where neck and shoulder joined. His tongue blazed a trail along her shoulder and down her bare back, sending shivers down her spine. And all the while his fingers were busy at her cunt, driving her crazy with touches that were so light she wanted to beg for more.

When he plunged two fingers inside her, she pushed down on them.

"Yes," she whispered. "Like that."

As he stroked in and out of her in a steady rhythm, she couldn't take her eyes away from the couple across from her where Slade was doing the same thing to Lori. Her friend's face was flushed with arousal, her eyes partially closed. Even at this distance, she could see the heat in Slade's eyes as he worked his finger's into Lori's vagina.

Deke dragged his finger across her clit. "You're close, aren't you," he murmured. "I can feel it. Your pussy walls are already fluttering against my fingers."

Savannah couldn't speak, just nod. He was right. Her womb clenched and every nerve ending sparked as if a match had been touched to it. A hand slipped into her halter and cupped a breast, a thumb rasping back and forth against the hard, aching nipple.

"Look at Lori and Slade," he murmured. "See her juices glistening in the patio lights? Can you see him pinching her clit like I'm dong to yours?"

She nodded, still unable to speak.

"Gets you hotter, doesn't it." His voice was low and thick.

"I'm going to make you come when Lori does."

Savannah tried to rock herself back and forth on the tormenting hand but her position didn't allow for much movement. She tried to keep her eyes on the couple across from her, mesmerised by the sight of Lori in the throes of passion, her legs splayed, her entire sex exposed. But as the beginning of her orgasm crept through her, she just wanted to close her eyes and give herself up to it.

"Come wide open for me," Deke whispered in her ear.

He pinched her clit again, and she exploded. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together but his legs kept them forced apart, just as his fingers held her labia pulled back to expose her vagina. Her cunt was empty, convulsing as it hungered for something to fill it. Deke continued to stroke and pinch her clit, driving her harder and harder into an orgasm that wouldn't quit but didn't satisfy her, either.

Oh, Jesus, she wanted his cock inside her. His fingers. A dildo. Anything. But he just held her open and pushed her from one climax to another.

Finally, she felt his fingers inside her again, her vagina clamped down on them, and she fell back against Deke's chest as aftershocks shuddered through her. He trailed kisses over her jaw line and her neck, his tongue tracing a line to the shell of her ear. His erection pressing into her ass behind the restraint of his jeans.

When at last she went limp, he rearranged her on his lap and cuddled her against his chest. She looked up at him and saw something in his eyes, something she hadn't seen before.

Not passion or desire but a need ... for her.

But they'd just met. And all of this was for play, right?