Darkest Love (24 page)

Oooh, getting to know your good little girl? You like each other, do you?

Both women were staring with the confidence that comes from standing as a unit. There was also an infuriating self-righteousness:
We told you we needed girl time, Rain
, they seemed to be saying. His dick was begging him to race in, grab them by a butt cheek each, and then deal each one a resounding smack.

He would take turns giving each of them a deep kiss, working his tongue in a little preview of what his penis was about to do on those same tonsils. Then he would have them kneel and work his dick with their lips.
It will finally be the women's turn to take control
, Rain thought, lips twitching in a naughty smile. They would have full power to determine how fast their mouths blasted up the shaft, how much they played with his balls, and the frequency of their licks on the underside of his shaft. And if they wanted to pause for just a moment and make eye contact while he was in up to their throats that was fine.

Rain would have power of veto though.
I will probably grab a head or two and work it with my hands at some point.
Shaft-blast-speed would cease to be her prerogative and become his.

Under the magisterium of King Rain!

Images raced around in Rain's mind. He watched his feet stepping, then glanced back to the tangle of pert female flesh by the door. The candle was his homeboy; the flame wobbled and the wax dripped as if it too was quivering in anticipation. All around the women shapes flickered on the walls, as if a hundred nervous perverts were watching and eager to get involved. Rain could empathize with those sods completely.

He'd bend a lady one over each knee, and give them both a spanking followed by the pounding of a lifetime. Oh, boy, he would. Then top it off with some more screech-inducing oral that would put Sola's little effort to shame.

Really get those big tits bouncing.
Annie's were within reach. Rain licked his lips as he neared. This close, he could see the lust in their eyes, the excitement; the readiness.

And he could smell the sweet space between his future wife's thighs. Or was that the pretty moisture shining around Sola's mouth?

He was about to grab Annie's breasts and sink his lips into them, when the princess pounced like a wildcat. She placed one hand on his crotch, rubbing so eagerly he moaned.

The next thing his knew, those breasts of his fiancé's had gone into jiggle overload. She too was reaching for his zip, ready to pull it down and take his throbbing penis in her mouth, up to her moaning throat.

Just like he'd imagined.

* * * *

Annie received Rain's kiss then watched, perhaps a little too carefully, as he turned and gave the same kiss to Sola. She had not seen them together yet. Rain had said the princess was sexy. “Great to fuck,” had been his exact phrase. Apparently Sola was very enthusiastic in bed.

“But she's not as hot as you,” Rain had added, placing two palms over Annie's ass and prying her lips open so their tongues could play. He was learning the rules of husbandry—attention and reassurance.

Annie was sure it came from the heart; Rain was not the sort of man who would fake stuff like that. After they were married she knew he would treat her well and honor the contract. That was what Rain was like. Once he was involved he saw things through. Annie had seen it in everything from his sexual style, where he worked her so thoroughly with his tongue, to his family relationships, where he dodged his mother's calls but planned their trips diligently when they did get together in a mountain cabin once a year. It was also in his academic writing. The essays were rare, but when they appeared in a Harvard or Johns Hopkins journal they stunned everyone with their length, stylistic grace and thoroughness. The fullness of Rain's initially-reluctant heart was in there.

Annie felt very lucky to be the woman this man was marrying. She even hoped he would tire of philandering and settle with her—and only her—as he aged. And maybe as this strange spiritual awakening continued to unfold.

Rain tried to pull away from Sola but she gripped him around the waist and clutched, drawing him in again. Their kiss continued, a second round with the princess winding a finger through his hair. Annie saw Rain smiling under the kiss. Whenever Sola's head tilted she saw a flash of his white teeth. A happy smile, he was clearly enjoying her cheekiness.

The princess though was serious as sin: eyes squeezed shut, mouth opening and closing like a blowfish's. Every time their lips parted there was a smack—a pleasing suction sound. At first Annie liked it, thinking it sounded like a hand on an ass or the hearty suck of a baby's mouth on its mother's breast. But as the kiss continued and her fiancé settled into the princess's arms and mouth—face turning just as serious as hers—far less flattering images started to occur to Annie.

Toilet plungers. Blown noses. Suction cups. Or the wet sound of a princess getting punched in her mouth.

Is she trying to outdo me?
Annie felt a flame of anger rise in her chest, moving around her heart. Soon the fire was in her blood, and her pulse had quickened to about five hundred beats per minute. Striding forth, she gripped Rain with a pinch on his buttock, yanking him away, as a pet owner might yank a dog's leash or a teacher lead a naughty child by the ear.

Rain was far too heavy to be moved very far, but the kiss ceased. He turned to Annie with surprised eyes. When he saw her face, his eyes transitioned—they became more understanding.

“Oh, Ann. Mmm, gorgeous, I was hoping we'd get our turn soon.”

“Can we kind of…move to the bed?” Annie's voice was uppity. She regretted her tone for a split second. It was only when she saw Sola gripping Rain with possessive hands that she realized it was justified.

The princess's eyes were happy and relaxed, and Annie did not believe she had a malicious streak, but the scene got to her anyway. Princess Sola was far too happy being Rain's lover. She had clearly become very attached to him over the past weeks—those weeks of drugs and swims and sexy starry nights.

Rain was Sola's first man. Annie remembered the passion her own first one had aroused, during that time of university pub drinking. She had thought it would last forever: the notes in class, the gifts at the door of her dorm room, whispering about Plato and Kant under the sheets.

It was no wonder Sola was clinging to Rain the way she was.

Annie looked into the princess's amber eyes. Sola's eyes were liquid with emotion and sensuality. Yes, they were relaxed–certainly not bitchy. It was her fingers that were stiff as nails on Rain's hips. Annie shifted, remorsefully.

The color of her eyes! They were more golden than ever. Annie nodded to Rain, signaling that he may continue kissing if he wanted. He was staring at his wife-to-be, face happy and horny, willing her, perhaps to come and join in the fun.

“Don't just stand there, Ann,” he said. “Get involved. I can tell you…” He gestured down at his penis, which was craning like it wanted to shoot straight into his chin. Annie could see the full underside of his dick. Something she already knew like—well, the back of her hand. “I can tell you, there is more than enough of me to go around.”

Annie smiled. When she heard the princess' giggle and caught the flash of Sola's own white teeth in her mocha skin, she relaxed. Soon she was giggling, too.

The women each took Rain by a hand, smiling not at him but at each other, and led him to the mattress. After a few steps, Rain surprised them both by throwing off their grips. He untangled his fingers from theirs and reached around, dealing each lady a sharp, hearty smack on the buttock.

“Eep! Mister Rain Mister!”

Annie laughed at the princess' screech as the girl reached around to get revenge on Rain. He dodged Sola's smack with—

what else?—a thrust of his hips. His penis shot forward, and his buttocks escaped the assault of the princess' palm.

Rain took advantage of the change of pace, racing ahead to the bed while Sola chased him, continuing to try to land a hand on his tanned buttocks. He reached the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, teetering in anticipation, face as happy as a dog ready for dinner. He pointed to the floor.

“On your knees, ladies. Get to work.”

“What? You mean your dick will not suck itself?” Sola said in her careful, broken English. It was Rain's favorite line. Clearly he had used it on the Kaamo princess, too. So often, in fact, she had memorized it.

Annie let out another guffaw. Her hand shot over her mouth, and when Sola's excited eyes met hers, returning the amusement, she relaxed completely.

But Annie would never forget Sola's possessiveness, and the way it made her feel. The younger woman was in that first flush of sexuality, just ready to be explored, and to explore a man's body. Sola would never forget her first partner, Rain Mistern.

Annie joined the two at the bed. Taking Sola's hand, and snarling sensually at Rain, she slid to her knees. The younger woman followed, winking and giggling. Rain's face was incredible; Annie had never seen him look so horny. His dick actually twitched, like the nervous cheek of a man about to receive an award. It was pointing right at the roof.

Annie grabbed his penis between her digits and pumped it with her hand before covering the tip with her mouth and sliding her head down.

“Oh!” His moan was so satisfying. It actually made
her
horny–a tremble moved from between her thighs up her spine as she enjoyed his smell, and the sounds of appreciation for the intense pleasure. Soon Sola's hand was on Annie's back, stroking and steadying her, sometimes giving her a push back down on the dick if she lingered too long.

Thanks, princess.

Annie could feel Sola's passion through her fingers. And she could feel the way she was watching. There was a moment when, coming up for air from the deep-throat, Annie opened her eyes and saw not Rain but the princess, assessing her like a Peugeot-owner watching another driver handling his car. Is her steering smooth? How is she shifting the gears? I'll have to examine the transmission after this wild ride.

Annie did not take it hard. She winked, giving the princess some proof of her dexterity.
I can handle many things at once, girl.
She settled back in, pumping her head up and down Rain's shaft, knees chafing on the wooden floor. His moans were music to Annie's ears. When he eventually twined his fingers through Annie's hair and worked her head up and down, she took it as something of a victory.

Yes… Annie Childs knew how to handle her vehicle.

And before long she would be the sole owner.

Sola would have to give him up, even if there was pain in that. And the rest of the women? Annie expected to have to turn a few crying ladies away from their home, or dismiss them kindly but firmly on the phone.

She only hoped that Rain did not take to any more virgins. As Annie licked and sucked Rain's penis, she felt him moving towards orgasm. There was a certain twitch that always signaled he was close…

She would have to stop… he hadn't even penetrated them yet!

She came up for the last time, gasping, and her eyes opened to the starry sky outside the window–so magnificent in Sivu, where there was no light pollution.

“You did well, Miss Annie. Kosa Misa.” Annie knew that term. It translated roughly as ‘she is expert'.

“Thank you, princess,” she gasped, laughing. Rain's abs tensed under his pecs as he breathed. The women laughed as he kept them rock-hard for a few seconds and then grabbed his dick, pumping it a few times with his hand. His growl was so aggressive–so impatient. So hungry to come.

“Get on the bed, both of you.” The women gave each other a kiss, coyly ignoring him again. Annie admired the amber in Sola's eyes as they came closer. The night sky in the window behind her head was a grand backdrop.

There is a starburst,
Annie thought,
ready to explode behind every woman's eyes
.
It happens when a man first enters her
. She wondered if Sola would understand what that means. The Kaamo worshipped the sky as a great sparkling protector. They believed the stars shone as an echo of every happy moment and every noble soul who had ever existed.

Truly a universal experience,
Annie thought as Sola's hand found her clitoris, pressing with a flat, firm, long stroke.

Just the way I like it.
Had Rain told her?

The stars sparked in Annie's vision like Venus at dusk. When Rain knelt behind her and cupped her breasts, teasing the nipples before squeezing the flesh lustily, the heat in her body climbed right up. Oh, how she had missed these touches, his moans and hisses of appreciation when he touched her body.

She felt his penis entering behind her, finding the deep, nerve-rich cavity she had been dying to welcome him back into. Annie's mouth opened and their soft womanly consort was broken by a passionate scream.

“Oh, Miss Annie. You are a sexy lady. And Mr. Rain loves you. And he loves this.” Sola whispered. She pinched Annie's breast. “He loves this. A sexy and lucky woman,” Sola continued.

Annie had to agree. Rain was starting to pump, sending ripples of electricity up her back and down her arms and to the tips of her fingertips.

But Sola was lucky as well: to have had Rain as a first partner. Annie stared into the young eyes in front of her while Rain's dick worked all the heat from her heart and slick slit, spreading it out through her body, flushing her skin.

Yes, Annie remembered what a woman's first time was like. It was the discovery of fire and how deeply it burned.

“What do you mean you never wanted to brutalize
her
?” Annie asked incredulously. She was not sure why Rain's statement had hurt her so much. And she knew her timing could not have been worse.

The threesome had gone off without a hitch; it was intimate, flowing and passionate, with just enough pangs of jealousy to make it interesting. There were moments when each of them felt like a third wheel, watching the others kiss and play, but they had managed it well. The jealousy had been like a spice, seasoning the evening. It gave it a bit of zing.