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  “You’re killing me,” he groaned, finding her lips with his again and kissing her hard. He was grinding himself into her backside now, and she took his left hand and brought it under her jacket, up her body and to her breast.

  He didn’t resist. Instead, he moved to her nipple and pinched it between his thumb and finger. It was her turn to gasp as she felt the liquid fire feeling melt through her and down between her legs.

  “Oh!” she cried out as he circled his finger around her taut nipple.

  He giggled into her ear, loving the effect he was having on her, this beautiful stranger. She turned sharply toward him, but before she could reprimand him for laughing at her, he caught her mouth with his again, running his tongue over her bottom lip and effectively silencing her for the moment. He trailed his lips down her neck, kissing around it and up to her ear. She thought she would go crazy with the sensations she was feeling—she was sure she wouldn’t be able to stand much more of this without having him inside her.

  The band revved up after yet another slow jam, beginning its one minor hit, and the crowd was into it again.

  She sought out his ear. “I have to have you. Now.” As she spoke, she reached behind her and found his zipper. She rubbed his cock on the inside of his jeans for a moment, then unzipped and reached in. He took a sharp breath.

  “Wait, wait,” he begged. “We can just go somewhere … back to my place … I only live a couple of blocks from here.” But as he whispered into her ear, his penis grew harder in her hand, and she was sure she could talk him into staying right where they were.

  “But I really like this band,” she told him, a grin playing on the edges of her mouth.

  He groaned again. “Have it your way,” he said as his left hand continued playing expertly with her nipple. His right hand, meanwhile, reached between their bodies and under her short skirt. He was thrilled to find only a silky strip of thong there, and he quickly moved it aside.

  “Ohhhhh,” she purred as his fingers found what they were looking for. “Ohhh!”

  “You like that?” he asked, eliciting a few more moans. He kept going, circling his fingers in her wet center, then moving up to the sensitive spot right above, then back again.

  “Yes,” she whispered, continuing to rub his cock. “I wish I could suck you now,” she told him, “but I think that might blow our cover!” She laughed at her own silly joke, then gave in again to the sensations he was providing.

  The band finished its hit, and the crowd applauded. She stopped, and he stopped, and they both clapped loudly and hooted as the band launched into another peppy, poppy song.

  She found his ear. “Condom,” she said. “Now.”

  “Yeah, I have one. Right here.”

  “Hurry.”

  “Yes, okay … here we go, okay.… It’s on. You’re sure I can’t convince you to go back—”

  She reached behind her and grabbed his penis, making sure it was covered, and turned her head. She kissed him again and then found his ear with her lips. “Do it. Now.” She got on her tiptoes as he squatted a bit, finding the right angle. Then he thrust himself into her, slowly for the first couple of inches, then ramming himself all the way in. “Ohhhhhh,” she moaned. “Yes, that’s good.…”

  “Yeah? Yeah? It’s good?” he spoke right into her ear as he thrust into her again and again, feeling her warm wetness and his own resolve to keep going forever weaken. He reached around and rubbed her sweet spot through her skirt.

  “It’s so good. So good. Go faster. I’m so close. So close.”

  He sped up, wanting to savor the feeling of her but not able to keep his composure as the band reached a crescendo in the song. The crowd around them sang at the top of their lungs and moved to the music as he pumped into her again and again and she whimpered that she was coming, “Slow down, I’m coming,” she said, trying not to shout as his fingers found just the right tempo and he slowed his thrusts. She felt it build, build, build, and then suddenly a shower of stars and she was there. “Ohhhhh …” She trailed off, feeling that she might not be able to stand up for much longer.

  But he had her in his arms, the song was coming to its climax, and the contractions inside her had their effect on him and he was shooting his load inside her. It felt so good. “So good,” he moaned, “so, so, so good,” feeling the last spasms as he slowed down and stopped thrusting, kissing her neck and stroking her belly as they both quieted down and the song ended.

  The crowd clapped and hollered; this was the end of the set! He withdrew from her and zipped up as she straightened her skirt, then they both clapped and yelled for an encore from the band. “WOOOO,” they screamed, laughing and applauding.

  She felt fantastic. She looked back at him and smiled broadly. “Okay, now tell me your name.”

  A PERFECT STORM

  Nancy Brophy

  We are seated in the bar, a funky gothic place with red velvet drapes covering the door to keep the cool fall breeze outside as people come and go. The drink menu is suitably intriguing for our tastes, and we toy between caipirinhas or caprioskas and choose the former, deciding that our last foray into the evil of cachaça has left us willing to go there again. We have been huddled against the menu, canoodling, so absorbed in our task that we do not realize that others have been watching us and speculating. After we get our luscious drinks and began sipping, the woman on the bar stool next to me leans over and asks if we are on a first date. We cannot help but giggle as we gaze into each other’s eyes as we have done so many times while doing such wicked things to each other.

  “Oh, no,” you reply with your sweet grin tugging at your handsome face, your eyes practically dancing with mischief. I have seen that look so many times before and feel the thin strip of satin between my bare thighs go moist with your words. We chat with the couple beside us, who ironically are on a first date, and another couple, but ultimately get lost in each other, as we are wont to do. You look so handsome, having dressed for me this evening, taking pride in selecting the perfect outfit to accompany your natural beauty. Your skin is so smooth, and I run the back of my fingers down your chiseled cheek to your chin with its distinctive cleft, your eyes twinkling above your strong nose as your seductive lips slowly spread into a smile at my touch.

  I lean in for a kiss and can smell the Burberry cologne on your skin, so soft for such a masculine man, such broad shoulders and strong arms that I know can manipulate me to the most sinful of predicaments. And to think they thought we were on a first date. If only they could read our minds.… I see the wind whipping the trees through the windows across the street; it is the perfect fall evening: dark, mysterious, and I am feeling the seductive pull of my cocktail and your body near mine.

  The weather has gotten even worse when we leave the bar, and we scamper for your car, huddling against the wind. Back at our place, we scramble up the stairs, out of breath and pulling at each other’s clothes, invigorated by the wind whipping around us as we rush in the door. The heat of your kiss warms me, as do your fingers along my bare thighs, seeking my center, confirming that I have been desperate to have you for the past hour as we sat making idle chitchat and being respectable in public. There is not much respectable about us behind closed doors.

  You tug my jacket off, getting locks of my long blond hair caught in the process, exposing my throat. You take advantage and lean in, devouring me with your lips, your teeth gently nipping at my neck, my ears, eliciting moans of bliss. You flick the button to my little cardigan, roughly shoving it off my shoulders, pull my camisole down, and squeeze my breasts together, biting my now-hard nipples through my bra. Wanting more flesh, we fight each other to expose my skin, then I need yours, and I begin undoing the buttons covering your glorious chest. You are an Adonis, your smooth skin taut over such perfect muscles that I shiver touching you.

  I continue my journey south, relieving your beautiful manhood of the constraints of your trousers, dropping to my knees to engulf you in the hot wetness of my mouth. I am
so desperate to taste you, feel you, that I try to swallow every bit of you that I can, taking you to the depths of my throat. I remain there for a moment, feeling your pulse with my own, beating as one: mutual desire. I slowly withdraw, feeling your thickness between my lips, savoring the sensation as I use the tip of my tongue to caress the underside of your beautiful cock. I reach your thick head and swirl around and around, gently probing for any sweet precome, and my ministrations are generously rewarded with a drop of the juice we both savor so much. I slide my hands around to your glutes, spreading my palms across your cheeks and squeezing, loving the feel of your ass in my hands. I gently pull your cheeks apart, slide one hand in, and tickle your rosebud and taint with my finger and am rewarded with a moan from you and a slight trembling in your knees.

  You pull me up abruptly, unzipping my skirt and pushing me over the easy chair behind me. My legs are splayed, and I am at your mercy. You know this as you dive into my bare center, hitting my hard clit right away, but only to tease for a bit before licking lower, between my lips, gently tugging with your teeth, sucking my nectar. You return to my clit, alternately licking, flicking, and gently biting, adding your thick fingers to my slick opening as you ravage me. I am soon writhing on the chair, not sure if I am trying to have you or get away from such exquisite pleasure, but soon enough I cry out.

  “Oh, Dominic, oh, I’m coming, Baby, don’t stop!” I buck against your hand, your lips, as wave after wave rushes through me, and every muscle in my body contracts. You continue to suckle me as the intensity of my orgasm ebbs, your gaze locked onto mine as your fingers find mine and intertwine.

  You climb up my body, biting a hard nipple in a way that tells me you are in no mood for cuddling but need release. Just at that moment, the wind whips against the skylights in a fierce gust, and we are both momentarily distracted. We get up and move to the couch, drawn by the storm that appears to be escalating outside as much as in our home. We pull a throw around our shoulders and watch as the storm rolls across the ocean; it is picturesque in the night. After a few moments of this, it is almost as if we have the same thought at the same time.

  We toss the blanket aside and head out onto the deck, completely oblivious to the temperature in the fifties. We are a bit worried about the neighbors at first despite the late hour and stay close to the side of the house, you pinning me against the side with your warmth as you kiss me passionately. We are surrounded by wind, whipping our skin, my hair, the smell of the ocean as it churns. Your kisses deepen, and soon you are turning me around and I am grasping the railing of the deck as you enter me from behind. I have a momentary thought of the neighbors, the house across the driveway, and the windows at eye level with me at this moment, but I just don’t care as your thickness slides into me to the hilt.

  I grip the railing even tighter, feeling every bit of you in that first thrust, your hips flush with mine before you withdraw and slam home again. There is nothing tender tonight; our passion is as fierce as the wind howling around us. A flash of lightning illuminates the sky as you hammer into me. I can almost see the white of my knuckles gripping the railing. I’m not sure if it’s from holding on or from pushing back onto you as you slam into me. I can’t seem to take you deep enough, am as wild as the waves churning against the breakwater across the street. You lean forward, cupping my breasts, so that now you are flush with me as you slide in and out in smooth, well-aimed movements that hit all the right spots. I am almost hanging over the railing at this point, unaware of the turmoil brewing around us.

  You pull back and guide me to a chair, seating me and pulling me so my ass is barely on the edge, as am I at this point. You slide your iron-hard rod into me for a moment; my eyes start to roll into the back of my head, but you have so much more in store for me. More flashes of lightning are glistening across the bay, reflecting in your eyes, and there are now rumbles of thunder as you position the head of your thick cock at my little knot. It is cold outside, and my flesh is goose-pimpled; my body automatically contracts with the cold, yet I feel the heat of you at my backdoor, and my legs splay just a bit more to grant access.

  You begin to push, and I feel the crown sliding in, that initial ease before the inevitable pop when the head completely violates my most decadent space. Is there any more delicious feeling? You pull my ankles up as you simultaneously slide deeper into my ass, then, with one final thrust, you are buried balls-deep. You know how much I love it when you wait there a moment, and despite the growing mayhem swirling around us, you manage to thrust just a bit deeper, then swirl your hips, driving me absolutely mad with desire. I reach up and pinch your already hard nipples, gently tugging as you slam into my ass, holding my ankles up and apart, taking my ass so completely. Your thrusts are wild, deep, and strong as you fill me in the way only you know that I love. I am pinned against the back of the deck chair, barely able to meet your thrusts, but I clench my ass, gripping you, trying to keep you as deep inside me as possible, feeling every bit of you as you hammer in and out of my tight ass.

  Our moans become deafening, and even with the growing thunderclaps I am sure our neighbors must be able to hear something. But at this point, I just don’t care. All I care about is your thick cock sliding in and out of my tight knot as wind and thunder swirl around us, and I look up to the cacophony of tree branches dancing overhead with my ankles in my periphery. Just as I am about to lose total control, I feel a cool droplet on my chest. And then another. Suddenly, there is torrential rain pouring down on us, but this seems perfect for the moment. I find myself falling over the edge, crying out in ecstasy as I come and come, feel you growing even more rigid in my ass, slamming into me, then pausing, only to thrust one final time before releasing my ankles as your body grows rigid with your final thrust. I feel hot torrents erupt into me as cool rain splatters onto us, see you arched in ecstasy in a flash of lightning before you collapse over me. Your heart is thumping against mine as thunder roars around us, rain beats down on your back, rolling off you and onto me, our bodies still joined and spent.

  After a few moments, the coldness overwhelms us, and we scamper, shivering, into the house. I draw a hot shower and lead you into the steam, wrapping you in my arms as we collapse against each other, using the wall for support. We stay under the steam long enough to warm our shivering bodies, then wrap into towels with our wrinkled skin and amazed looks before climbing into bed, still catching each other’s glances in the streaks of lightning across the sky as we lay under the skylight: the calm after a perfect storm.

  Part 3:

  Three’s

  Company

  The only unnatural sex act is that which you cannot perform.

  —Dr. Alfred Kinsey

  Now that you’re pretty well versed in one-on-one sex, why not add another person, right? Well, that’s up to you and your partner, of course. Lots of folks love the idea of a threesome and fantasize about it but wouldn’t actually want to realize that fantasy. Then there are those who love the idea and the actuality, those who want to experience sex with two people at once and are looking to make that happen. This part of the book is for them. But before we explore the ins and outs and dos and don’ts, we need to define some terms so that the rest of this section makes verbal sense to you even if the impetus behind threesomes remains confusingly opaque.

  THREESOME GLOSSARY

  ALTERNATIVE LIFESTYLE: Generic term for anything considered outside the “normal” realm of sexual behavior from spankings and shoe fetishes to threesomes and key parties.

  BISEXUAL: Used to describe a person who is sexually attracted to and has sex with men and women. Behavioral psychologists and sex experts alike talk about continua, scales, and actual attraction, but we needn’t concern ourselves with scientific discussions of “true” bisexuality. Suffice it to say that for our purposes, “bi” means interested in sleeping with both sexes.

  BICURIOUS: Describes a person who is interested in exploring and maybe even experiencing same-sex behavior but doesn’t nece
ssarily identify as bisexual.

  COMPERSION: The feeling of pleasure one gets when one’s partner is having sex with someone else; the opposite of jealousy.

  CUCKOLD: Almost an open marriage; this scenario occurs when one partner has sex with an outside person and then shares the details with the other partner.

  STRETCHING THE TRUTH

  Historically, the word cuckold referred to a husband whose wife was cheating on him. It’s been around since the 1200s, although we’re sure the practice is a lot older.

  DOUBLE PENETRATION: In a threesome with two men and a woman, this term describes both men having intercourse with the woman, usually one vaginally and one anally.

  MÉNAGE À TROIS: Not synonymous with “threesome”; actually describes three people in a love relationship together.

  COMMUNICATION

  Ménage à trois is a French term. What a surprise.

  SOFT SWING: Generally refers to threesome practices in which you don’t engage in penetration with anyone but your long-term partner; this may mean oral sex with others or just voyeurism (see here). This term has many definitions, depending on who is doing the defining, so make sure you know what the specific person means when using the term before you get naked with him or her.

  SPLIT ROAST: Generally describes a threesome in which one member is penetrated vaginally or anally by another while giving oral sex to the third but also may be used to describe the classic 69 position.

  THREESOME: Describes sex between a couple and another person; it might be two men and a woman, two women and a man, three men, or three women.

  VOYEUR: A person who watches others engage in sexual acts and does not join the action.

  A threesome is sexual activity in which three people participate, generally a couple and another person. Fair enough, but that’s not all there is to it, clearly. There are levels of involvement for each of the participants, and there are usually pretty clear rules about who’s going to do what to whom, what isn’t allowed, and how you’ll let the other participants know if a boundary has been crossed. But the first step, before deciding any of this, is to decide if in fact you want to participate in a threesome.