Threesome Erotica
"Eating Out" a sex story by Pamela B.
“No”, Janet said, stamping her foot on the white tiles, “not on a Saturday night!” She enjoyed the clank of her stiletto heel against the floor.
Luis turned to her with a hurt look in his chocolate-brown eyes. A feathery strand of black hair had fallen across his forehead, giving his strong-featured face a boyish look. “This is Dominion’s Pizza,” he said, “my favorite pizza place.”
“This place is kindergarten from hell,” she announced, trying to shield her eyes from the glare of the strip lighting.
“You’re dramatizing, as usual.” He took her elbow and steered her to the nearest table.
It seemed strange now that she had fallen in love with him because she found the combination of his unashamed machismo and his delicate frame so irresistible. They had met a few months ago, on a train at night. At a sudden lurch, they had fallen against each other. His hand had clasped her hip, and a profusion of sensations had overcome her: the feeling of a male body of her own height pressed against her chest, the smell of warm skin, the firm touch of his slender fingers. He had never stopped touching her that night.
That had been then. Tonight, he seemed only interested in the photos of pizza variations above the counter.
“Have you noticed that the chairs and tables are screwed to the floor?” she said in the tone she knew he hated.
His forehead creased in a puppy frown. “When you travel first class on a luxury liner you’ll also find that the furniture is screwed to the floor.”
That was an easy one. “Let’s go and board that luxury liner instead, then.”
He never liked discussions when he was hungry. And tonight, he wasn’t even hungry for her. “Don’t be childish. There’s nothing wrong with this place.”
At the next table, a boy was squirting ketchup at a girl from a huge plastic bottle. If he was aiming for her breasts, he was a good shot.
“Look at those kids,” she said. “Not the sort of company I like to keep.”
“You’re a snob. Would you like me to starve? It’s very late. I’m not going anywhere else now.”
She had looked forward to this evening, but Luis had been in a bad mood from the start. He had not reacted at all when she stroked his thigh during their drive. She was feeling daring and desperate at the same time.
“They’re going to throw us out,” she said, smiling at him.
“Why should they do that?” He sat down and picked up the plastic-covered menu.
“Because we’re misbehaving.” She gave him a shove that made him tumble over onto the next chair. While he was trying to raise himself, she went down on her knees and started to pull the well-worn strap of his heavy, leather belt out of its confinement by the silver buckle. She had always wondered about this belt – it seemed strong enough to hold a horse.
“Janet, stop,” he hissed at her, trying to pull her hands away from his fly. “People are looking at us! Are you out of your mind?”
She slipped her hand under his linen shirt and explored his skin. There was a hint of softness on his flat belly, supple to the touch. His jeans were a bit tight, so she had to concentrate on getting the button undone.
“They’re not looking now,” she whispered, “And if you don’t make a fuss, they’ll never notice.”
Getting Luis to take a risk in public had always been difficult. It needed a strong temptation to release his reckless streak. Tonight it seemed almost impossible.
“Look, this has gone far enough. You’ve had your fun. Let go!”
He was glaring at her, the corners of his mouth puckered in frustration, trying to push her away. Where had all his urgent eagerness for her gone? He had no right to take this away from her.
She had slipped her hand inside his thin cotton briefs and was running her fingers through his moist pubic hair, stroking his curled-up penis. It was warm to the touch, and it showed a strong tendency to straighten and snuggle up to her fingers.
“I haven’t quite had my fun yet,” she said.
He lunged forward and tried to pull her off, but she didn’t let go. As her fingers closed around his member, a warm feeling was buzzing between her legs, and she felt her lips swelling. She hadn’t expected to become so excited by inflicting this little punishment on him.
The floor was hard and cold beneath her knees. If I ever do this again, she thought, I’d better bring a cushion. For a moment, images of her favorite restaurants were flitting through her mind, with Luis slumped across a chair in each of them, his shirttails protruding from his open fly, all undone and open to her eager hands.
She bent forward and moved her lips slowly over the smooth skin of his belly below the navel, following the thin line of hairs leading downwards. With her teeth, she dragged down the elastic of his briefs. She drank in the intense smell that she had exposed, feeling herself flooded by musk and forest fragrances.
There was a tap on her shoulder, and she became aware of a presence behind her back.
“You can’t do that here, madam,” a low voice whispered in her ear. As she half-turned, she saw a tall, young man in a Dominion’s Pizza uniform bending toward her. He had a broad face with high cheekbones, with his long blue-black hair drawn back in a pony-tail. Although his expression was friendly, his features seemed unmovable. Like a Red Indian Chief from an early Western movie, she thought, he should be called something like Big Brave.
She realized that she was still holding Luis’ erect maleness in her hands. When she released her grasp, it jerked upwards. But she could not give this her attention now.
The young man was looking into her eyes without blinking. Although he did not move his gaze, she felt as if he was taking her in completely: the shape of her breasts outlined by the tight jumper, the suede skirt that had ridden up over her thighs, the lacy thong she was wearing underneath.
She moved her own look away and let it glide over his body. His shoulders were broad and muscular, his biceps round and strong. His checkered trousers, part of the Dominion Pizza uniform, hung from his narrow hips. At his crotch, a large bulge, only partially hidden by the loose folds, attracted her attention. Was his equipment as big as that in its state of rest, she wondered, or was he aroused at the moment?
Behind her, she sensed Luis´ scrambling movements as he pulled up his briefs and tried to re-button his fly. She heard him cursing under his breath. He was probably having difficulties stowing away his enlarged dick. The teenagers´ laughter from the other table seemed louder now.
Big Brave reached out his broad hand to her. “You come with me now, madam,” he said. His gaze had a commanding quality. It excited her.
“Let’s go,” she said.
His hand was at the small of her back as they walked through the restaurant. It was almost empty. Luis had been right – it was very late.
Big Brave opened the kitchen door for her, and as she stepped inside, a rich smell of yeast, basil and sweet tomato filled her nostrils. The small room was empty and almost cleared up for the night. Only a mound of dough lay in the corner of the steel working table.
The kitchen door closed, and she felt Big Brave’s presence behind her. Her heart beat faster. Big Brave’s firm hand started to slide up between her thighs from behind. Her skin tingled beneath his touch.
A whiff of his scent reached her, a warm male aroma mixed with fresh spices. There were some darker notes too, and she drew a deep breath to take them in. His hot erection pressed against her through several layers of clothes.
Slowly, he brushed his lips over the back of her neck, covering it with small kisses.
The pressure of his penis was becoming more insistent. She wondered how big it was, wished she could look at it.
As his soft palm edged higher, the tingling between her legs turned into a deep throbbing, and her knees started to tremble. Big Brave’s thumb developed a life of its own, sliding up and exploring the strings of her thong. He started to stroke the creamy patch over her crotch, causing her to moan in delight.
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She propped herself up on the working table. The surface was surprisingly warm. She imagined Big Brave’s hands pounding the soft dough on this table, pummeling and kneading it with strong fingers. The same fingers that were gliding past her panties now, touching the rich layers of own juices. She wanted to be touched harder, and in more places.
She reached behind her and groped the front of his trousers. The bulge of his penis reached all the way up to his belt. Her fingertips craved its warmth and roundness, and she slid them down slowly from the tip to the base.
When she had almost reached the root, his hand stopped hers and moved it to rest on top of the table. Janet almost cried out with frustration. This was the second time tonight that a man had denied her pleasure.
Big Brave’s lips caressed her ear. “I must not come,” he said. “That belongs only to my wife.”
He pushed his fingers deeper into her hot moistness. Was a hand all she was going to get tonight? She pressed her breasts against the warm yeasty working surface. His touches sparked small explosions wherever they went; they were too exciting to refuse, but not strong enough to satisfy.
A cool draft came in as the door opened behind her. She didn’t want to turn and look. If she moved, she would lose the delicious contact to Big Brave’s hand, and she couldn’t bear that.
“What’s going on in here?” It was Luis’ voice. He sounded angry and intrigued at the same time.”
Big Brave stepped back from her, letting his finger slide out of her little by little. “I’ve prepared something for you,” he answered. “Enjoy.”
She was aware of the picture she was providing to Luis: A pair of white firm buns, with a bright red g-string between them and a center that glistened with wetness. She was sure that her honey had oozed onto the table by now.
For a moment, there was silence. Then, something moved behind her. Delicate firm hands were cupping her buttocks, stroking them gently.
“I’m very hungry,” Luis said.
He went down on his knees and kissed the inside of her thighs. Janet felt his hand pushing the panties aside, his face touching the quivering lips that led to her seat of pleasure, his tongue entering her. There was a new wetness against her own, and a new supple presence that moved inside her. The air in the kitchen was fragrant with the smells of baking and warm body juices.
She was about to lose herself in pleasure when she was distracted by Big Brave’s presence beside her. He was running his fingers across his lips, licking off the remains of her honey. His erection looked enormous, and the tip of his dick was straining against the waistband of his pants.
He had to be big and strong enough for two women, at least. She wanted to cry out and tell him so, but the licking slapping rhythm inside her kept her too occupied. Still, she couldn’t keep her eyes off the bulge at his crotch. As she was watching, she found that her hand was traveling up the inside of his leg, supple fingers making their way on the thin checkered cloth to the point where his thighs met.
Finally, Big Brave seemed to understand what she was trying to tell him. He undid the buttons of his fly in a single ripping movement. His briefs were too small for him – they could not contain the rising rod that was straining to get out. Big Brave put his hand around it and guided its gleaming tip to Janet’s tingling lips.
The moment she tasted his skin and curled her tongue around his bell end, she found a new female identity within herself.
Normally she was blonde voracious Janet, lover of moody men who devoured her totally, as if this was his last night and she was the last dish he would ever have. Just like Luis was eating her now.
The other woman inside her was Big Brave’s wife, a docile dainty woman with swinging, long, black hair who was ready for him every night, her body oiled in musk and dressed in a satin robe. She waited for him to come for her and untie the belt of her robe. He undressed, carried her to the bed and lifted her all the way up so that she was just above the tip of his stiff member. She let her soft moist vulva search for the top and then slid down on him gently until she had reached the base. Then she rode him like a dinghy rides the angry sea, bobbing up and down on the crashing waves, trembling under each fresh onslaught but never letting go. Janet felt the swell of the ocean as her lips caressed his salty maleness.
Her image of Big Brave’s hands on his wife’s heaving haunches merged into the feeling of Luis’s grip. His soft mouth was moving against her secret lips, nuzzling them. His sucking became more urgent, intent to take possession of her now. She felt his tongue sliding deep into her, following the trail of sparkling prickles that pierced her innermost being. A powerful wave of her own caught her when his gliding flesh inside her reached her most sensitive spot. She felt her breasts pressing against the smooth tabletop as she heaved and cried out and dissolved into Luis’s eager mouth.
At that moment, Big Brave’s member twitched, and she tasted his warm pungent sperm. The flavor was wholesome and invigorating. She drank it greedily. It prickled at the back of her tongue, and all the little tickles in her mouth rose up to build a blossoming gold and orange firework inside her head.
When Janet came to, Big Brave was gone. But she and Luis were still at the table, their bodies locked together, unable to stop touching each other.
Originally published March 2011