Liquid Pleasure (2 page)

“He’s going to fuck you for a long time,
aren’t you David?” Angela crooned beside me. “He can go for an hour
sometimes. Do you like it, Lisa? Tell him how you want it.”

He was big. He filled me completely up to the
hilt. I gasped with every thrust, my eyes filling with tears.

“You love it, don’t you?” Angela said,
stroking my hair. I looked into her eyes.

She was staring at me, her eyes deep and
focused. “He’s fucking your brains out and you love it. Look at her
eyes, David, they’re going back in her head. She likes it rough.
Give it to her, David.”

He was fucking me with deep strokes, my cunt
holding him in, my cries and moans involuntary. I could hear myself
groaning “fuck me, baby. Oh, fuck me harder,” like the starlets in
porn movies who I’d always suspected of faking it. But this was
real.

He would pause for a moment, sweat pouring
down his face, and then start again, the pleasure all the sweeter
for that brief hiatus.

He pulled out. “Get on your hands and knees,”
he said in a low voice. Angela moved in front of me and I buried my
head in her cunt. I was mesmerized by her musky scent and large
clit, which I teased with my tongue.

“Suck. Really suck it,” she urged, her voice
high and ragged. He was moving inside me slowly and steadily and my
whole body was trembling.

“God, her ass is beautiful. Look at that big,
milky-white ass. And look what you’re doing to my girlfriend’s
cunt. Naughty girl.”

He pulled out, spanked me, pushed in again.
“That’s right, eat her cunt,” he urged, banging me harder now, then
stopping, slowing down, pulling out as if to tease me, slapping me
again.

“Please,” I wailed. “Fuck me!”

I began to thrust back against his cock. The
fuck had become wild. He grasped my breasts from behind, squeezing
them, his back pressing deliciously on mine as his cock moved ever
faster. I lost track of time.

My fingers worked inside Angela. I tried to
concentrate and to my surprise she came hard, gasping, arching her
back and collapsing.

David’s fingers stroked my clit. As I came,
the whole room seemed to quiver and fade away. I could vaguely hear
him groan. He pulled out, and we all lay together in a sweaty mass
of limbs.

* * *

“So how was it?” Angela asked sleepily. Ages
seemed to have passed, the candle had fluttered out. Some people
passed outside, laughing, and then there was silence again.

I kissed her in response. I could barely
think. My body had never felt this present, this satisfied, this
real. I did not know how to put into words the gratitude and
amazement I was feeling.

“Could you tell it was our first three-way?”
David murmured.

“We aim for sophistication, but it’s mostly
bravado,” Angela said. “Basically we wanted to give you a good
time.”

“I’ve always feel clueless in bed before,” I
said giddily. “But now I feel like a slut. An incredibly satisfied
slut.”

I stretched, enjoying the feeling of their
warm flesh against mine. I didn’t feel fat, I thought, just one of
them. I could not hate a body that had been loved so well. Maybe it
wasn’t that simple, but at this moment I could almost love my
body.

“You should have heard yourself begging for
it,” Angela said affectionately. “You’re not so shy in bed, you
little sex goddess you.”

“I just loved the way you both fucked me,
that’s all. The way you took turns.”

They chuckled at my earnestness. “We’re not
done with you yet,” David said.

“Stay the night with us, we don’t want you to
have to go back to the dorm.”

They wrapped their arms around me.
In the
morning
, I thought,
we’ll make love again, in the sunlight.
I won’t be ashamed of my body. I’ll be proud. And then we’ll all go
out to the pool together and stand in the water and talk. And
people will look at us and wonder. Because we’re beautiful.

I nestled against them.