Twice the Bang (9 page)

After washing up with the girls in the open shower room, Pansy rubbed her hair with a towel as she stood in front of a mirror. No one bothered with makeup or to do anything more than run a comb through their hair.

“Those are some really nasty knots on your ass, Pansy,” Jenn said, touching the bump. “It hurt?”

Pansy wrinkled her nose. “What do you think? Can’t believe you only got a bruise.”

“I wasn’t that close when Aiden got me. Slower speed, I guess.”

“We gonna dress?” Pansy asked, meeting the other women’s gazes in the mirror.

“Why bother?” Ash said. “They’re going to have us naked in under five anyway.”

Pansy pursed her lips. “I’m a little nervous.”

“Why? Because you’ll be the center of attention?” Marti sighed, a dreamy look on her face. “You’re going to have the most lovely time.”

“Do you think Billy will be into it?” Pansy wrinkled her nose.

Marti snorted. “Billy’s gonna be too busy having his own initiation to worry too much about what the guys do with you.”

“He’s not going to understand.”

“Think any of us did?” Ash asked.

“Well, I had a clue,” Marti said. “It all started with my list.”

“Thanks for that by the way,” Ash said, grinning.

“There’s only one initiation left to go after this one,” Marti said, her shoulders falling.

“We might be waiting awhile,” Ash said softly. “Mondo’s going to hold out for someone really special.”

Jenn gave her a sideways glare. “Like we didn’t?”

“You know what I mean. Someone with his skills
…
Whomever he chooses is going to lead him a merry chase.”

Marti slung her arm over Pansy’s shoulder. “In the meantime, we need to get this girl out there. We’ve given the guys way too much time to regroup.”

Pansy took a deep breath and tossed her towel over a rail. “Deodorant would have been nice,” she said, more as a diversion than a true complaint. Those pesky butterflies were back.

“Guys don’t like licking deodorant,” Jenn said.

Marti gave Jenn’s shoulder a playful push. “Guys wouldn’t mind so long as you let them lick anything else they want.”

They laughed, which was what the guys heard as they opened the door.

The moment Marti pushed Pansy out in front of her, every male in the room stood. They wore towels wrapped around their waists. Their hair was still wet.

Billy’s blond hair stood in spikes. Beau’s handsome bald head gleamed.

Pansy sucked in a deep breath and took another step. Her heart pounded harder than it had when she’d been running for cover on the field.

Mondo cleared his throat, drawing her attention, and then unwrapped his towel to let it drop in front of him. His tanned body was magnificent, as always. His dark gaze commanded. He raised a finger and then pointed to the floor in front of him. “I claimed first rights. Billy and Beau conceded.”

Pansy’s gaze flew to the two men. She found quiet interest gleaming in Beau’s dark gaze. Billy stood with his arms over his chest, his mouth set in a firm line.

But since he wasn’t objecting, Pansy stepped forward, dropped into the soft puddle of Mondo’s damp towel and bowed her head.

“Show them both how talented your mouth is,” Mondo said softly.

“Billy already knows.”

Beau cussed under his breath.

Pansy slid him a sideways glance. “You had your chance, but you chose to christen my kitchen table.”

There was laughter around her, but then she felt a tap land on the top of her head. She tilted up her face to meet Mondo’s hard stare.

And without another word, she cupped his balls with one hand, gripped his shaft and took him into her mouth.

Warm and steamy and smelling like soap and Mondo’s own fabulous musk, Pansy lost herself in the pleasure of giving Mondo what he wanted. He stood still, not his breaths or a quiver giving away what he thought, but she felt his growing interest. Yes, indeed she did.

His cock expanded slowly, stretching her lips, filling her to the point she had to breathe through her nose. While she fondled his stones and bobbed toward his crotch, she let her mind grow still. Let go of the excitement of the past hour and her joy at playing like a kid with all of her new friends.

Here in the warmth of the cozy lounge area, with soft lighting from lamps on end tables and the silence of those who gave her all their attention, she let her own body blossom.

Her breasts hardened, the nipples tightening to hard little beads. Her pussy grew engorged, moisture seeping to wet her channel and then her lips.

She swayed forward and back, her eyelids drifting down, her lips suctioning around the thick shaft of the powerful Dom as he combed his fingers through her hair. Gentled by his touch, she sighed.

Mondo cupped her chin and slowly withdrew, then he bent and kissed her mouth. “Have fun,” he whispered.

She gave him a blazing smile and then bent her head again, waiting to see what would happen next.

“We’re a little constrained by a lack of equipment,” Beau said from behind her.

Equipment. Apparently they’d improvised. Furniture moved around her. A long, low coffee table was moved in front of her by Jackson and Craig. Then Jenn moved in, placing a folded blanket on top of it.

Craig stepped forward and helped her up, using his hands to show her he wanted her to lie down.

When she was on her back, Craig stood at the foot of the table and gripped the blanket, sliding her down until her legs hung over the side and her ass was at the edge. Then he pushed apart her thighs and knelt.

Jenn and Aiden knelt on either side of her, and Pansy glanced from side to side as each caressed her breasts and Craig bent over her pussy to give her a long, thorough lick.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. Yes, she’d known everyone got involved in these things, sharing the moment like it was a rite of passage, but she didn’t know how she’d stand it. The fingers tweaking her breasts sent electric jolts to her core. Craig’s clever tongue stroked her folds and tapped her clit until a pulse throbbed between her legs.

Aiden reached down and slipped an arm beneath her knee, followed by Jenn who mimicked his movement. They both pulled up, raising her knees and opening her before bending to suckle at her breast.

Pansy lay rigid, shocked even, as the committed threesome plied her with their teeth, tongues and lips.

Craig burrowed his face into her slit and then raised his head. “Told you this would be fun.”

He wasn’t talking to her, but to his two companions who smiled then gobbled her breasts again.

Pansy shook her head, looking beyond them to Beau who sat on a couch, a towel still hugging his waist, staring intently while two men and a woman had their way with her.

Then the three moved back.

Suddenly the blanket went sliding again, up the table, not stopping until her head fell over the edge. A large body entered her upside-down view. A cock hung above her. Aiden’s. He knelt and fed himself into her mouth, while yet another mouth claimed her pussy. Not Craig’s, she could tell, because the fingers that caressed her folds were feminine.

Slender digits entered her, rubbing inside her, finding the spongy mass of nerve endings that sent a quiver of delight throughout her body.

“Told you I’d find it, Jackson,” Marti cooed.

That question answered, Pansy relaxed until Marti’s mouth latched around her clit and began sucking.

She’d never shared sex with a woman before and didn’t know quite how she felt about it, but Marti was talented, pushing her tongue on the thin hood to raise it, and then latching her lips harder, tugging until Pansy raised her legs, toes pointing. The sensation was sublime. She happily angled her head to take more of Aiden’s cock inside her mouth while she laved him with her tongue.

Just when she felt the first tremors of an orgasm beginning to tighten in her core, Aiden withdrew.

Marti pulled away, moaning but giving Pansy’s inner a thigh a kiss as she left.

The blanket moved, and once more her head cleared the edge and she could look around.

Ash walked into view. Naked. Proud. A flogger slapping her open palm.

Pansy shook her head. Already aroused, she wasn’t sure she could hold back when the flogger kissed her skin. With all gazes watching her reaction, she couldn’t hide her distress.

She gulped and blinked her eyes.

Billy muttered and came to the table, kneeling at her head and bracketing her face with his hands. He bent and gave her an upside-down kiss. “It’s okay. Let me watch. You’re beautiful, Pansy.”

Reassured, she reached up and clamped her hand around his wrist. She flicked her gaze to Ash whose arm was already upraised.

The flogger crossed her belly in a soft swish then came back across her skin. The soft brushes trailed like a caress, soothing her, and she sighed, breathing even deeper when the next strokes struck her inner thighs. Crisscrossing swipes followed, warming her thighs and belly, until her head rocked side-to-side.

A slap landed on her pussy, jolting her from comfort, but then the next stroked her mound. Pansy watched Ash, admiring the look of concentration on her face. But then some signal must have passed, because Gus knelt between her legs, but turned to nuzzle into Ash’s folds.

Over and over, the lash fell as Ash’s nipples tightened and a flush darkened her cheeks and chest. Gus’s head circled as he licked and sucked at his Domme’s sweet sex.

Pansy had watched orgies aplenty but had shied from joining. None had ever felt tender or anything more than restless and urgent. Glancing around the room, she saw Jenn standing in front of Aiden, one of his thick arms wrapped around her waist, a hand cuddling her breast.

Marti sat curled up on Jackson’s lap with his hand between her legs while she smiled happily back at Pansy.

Mondo and Craig sat on chairs, watching as well. Not moving but seeming to enjoy the play happening all around them.

At last, Ash finished the strokes and dropped the flogger to grip Gus’s ears. She tossed back her red hair as an orgasm shuddered through her. When she swayed on her feet, he gripped her hips to hold her steady before rising and lifting her in his arms.

Pansy followed them with her gaze as he carried Ash out of sight.

Beau stepped into her vision, still wearing a towel like Billy. He held out his hand, waiting until she reached up to accept his tug. When she sat, the room swirled a bit and she laughed. “I’m dizzy.”

Beau tipped his chin to Billy. “Go take a seat on the sofa.”

Billy rose, dropped his towel and strode proudly to the tatty brown sofa.

Pansy didn’t miss the interested glances that followed.

Marti whistled between her lips.

Billy only smiled and sat, his erection standing at an angle.

Beau tugged her hand and walked her to the sofa. He reached into a box at the side table and tossed a condom at Billy.

Without a word, Billy cloaked himself and then sat, his gaze steady as Beau guided her down to straddle Billy’s lap.

“We’ve been here before,” she whispered, clutching his shoulders.

“Last time, we didn’t have an audience.” He held his cock while she reached down and spread her folds, then he placed the tip against her entrance.

Pansy glanced at Beau, who gave them both a solemn nod. She slid down Billy’s thick shaft, engulfing him in one tense plunge.

She wasn’t given a chance to savor the fullness stretching her. Fingers trailed between her buttocks, and she glanced back.

“Mondo says you’re ready for this,” Beau whispered, fingering her back hole.

Pansy gave him a wide-eyed glare. “Mondo’s got issues. He can’t seem to keep from plugging a girl when he’d got her trussed up.” Cool gel glided around her back entrance and she shook her head. “Maybe if we were alone.”

“Going to pass on the chance to do us both?”

“At the same time?”

Beau tsked. “It’s my night, Pansy. Thought you’d be a little more accommodating.”

“You said all nights belonged to me.”

“I did, didn’t I?” He sighed. His finger stilled.

Immediately, she missed the gentle pressure. “Since when do you let a girl top you?”

A chuckle gusted against her cheek. A single digit sank inside her. Her eyelids sank midway and her mouth sagged as well. She tensed her legs to rise, but Billy pushed down on her thighs, clamping her against him.

“I have to move,” she groaned.

“Not until Beau says you can. It’s only fair.”

“Since when are you doing him favors?”

“Since he let you slide down my dick first.”

Dirty laughter surrounded her. She aimed a glare around the room but only met winks and Mondo’s arched brow. When she didn’t get the support she thought she deserved, she faced forward.

Beau’s finger gave her a teasing swirl, and she clamped her jaws together to keep from moaning aloud. Beau nuzzled her neck. Billy cupped her breasts and kneaded them.