On Demand

'You fucker!'

'No, that's not begging, is it, Sophie? Beg me nicely.'

'I want your cock. Give it to me.'

'Mmm.' He savoured the words for a second, shutting his eyes raptly. 'But what's the magic word?'

'Please,' I snarled, shaking my head from side to side so he wouldn't see my expression. 'Please fuck me now, properly, hard.'

'Properly, hard,' he echoed, slamming his full length back up to the hilt. 'I can do that for you, Sophie.'

And he could. Properly, thoroughly, lengthily, widely, the pool floated away, the mingling moans and expletives of my fellow fuckers drifting on the humid air until they were far, far away from my world. My world, which consisted of my cunt, and the hammering it was taking, and the man who was responsible for the sparks and stars that streamed through my blood. And there was the difference. The man who was responsible. The cock-owner rarely figured in that heated mental world of sex; for the most part, the men in my encounters were simple conduits of sensation. I used them and they were happy to be used. But Lloyd would not put up with that. For Lloyd it was crucial that I was constantly aware of him, of the himness of him, of the cock being his, of his ownership of my orgasm.

I was going to come again, and he knew it. 'Say my name,' he rasped.

I never say a man's name when I come. I've usually forgotten it by then. But I did it for Lloyd. I don't know why I did it, but I did.

'Lloyd, Lloyd, Lloyd,' I chanted brokenly.

'Sophie,' he crooned, taking one hand from my shoulder and stroking a thumb across my brow before dropping down to kiss it. He began to pull out. I sat up, confused. Surely he hadn't . . . ? He was still as stiff as a flagpole. 'So about that orgy?' he said to me, raising an eyebrow.

God, I'd forgotten all about it. I looked around, seeing Jake loitering above us like a third wheel, hand clasped around his erection, face vaguely disappointed. The other three were still hammer-and-tongs in one configuration or another.

'Is it what you want, Sophie? Do you still want to have three cocks?'

I was unsure of myself suddenly. The one I hadn't wanted . . . the one I had hoped to avoid . . . that was the one I wanted now.

'Do you think . . . ?' I had no idea what I was saying.

'I know you'd love it, Sophie. I know you'd like to feel it. I want you to feel it too.'

'Have you . . . done this before?'

'Group sex? Yeah.' He smiled louchely, took my hand and led me to the graduated pool steps. 'Ready for it, Jake?' he asked over his shoulder.

Jake coughed and loped over to us, watching helplessly again when Lloyd took over my lips for yet more kissing. 'Come on then,' he broke off to harangue the hapless lifeguard. 'Touch her. Do something.' Back into the kiss, but this time Jake stood behind me, fingering my pussy and squeezing my nipples. The water tickled my ankles; I was beaded with steamy sweat, and both their bodies stuck to me.

'Sit on the step,' Lloyd told Jake, who did as he was told dumbly, his prick pointing at the ceiling from its damp nest. Lloyd kissed me one last time, then turned me towards Jake, put his hands on my shoulders and lowered me down until I straddled the long, lean erection. My knees plashed down into the shallows; I put my hands on Jake's tight biceps and wrapped his rubbered cock up in my sleeve. Jake sighed and threw his head back, grinding his hips into me. I began a slow ride, stroking up and down, rotating my pelvis until he had touched my walls at every angle. I kept it loose and languid, enjoying Lloyd's burning eyes on us, enjoying how very wicked he made me feel. Then Lloyd moved around behind me, and the next thing I was aware of was my rear cheeks being spread and a wetted finger probing my back passage. I breathed in sharply and contracted the muscles, but he continued to circle it, running his other hand up from my occupied slot, across my perineum to where that one stubby finger was doing its damnable work. Shivers and goosebumps took hold of me; I loved any attention to that area, especially when I was also otherwise engaged.

'How's that, Sophie?' breathed Lloyd, dabbing his fingers in the pool again before setting back to work. 'Does this feel good?'

'Mm hmm,' I confirmed, rocking on Jake while Lloyd's thick finger crossed the ring, giving me my first hint of double penetration.

'Do you like to be buggered, Sophie?' he asked, pulling and pushing the finger quite roughly, preparing the tight channel.

'Yes,' I mewed, biting my lip, blushing across my body.

'She does,' Jake seconded.

'I knew you would. I knew you'd like it. And I'm glad, because I've been thinking about taking your arse ever since Jake invited me to this. Well, I'll be honest, I've been thinking about it for three years. And tonight, I'm having it. Do you have any objection to that?'

'None,' I whimpered as a second finger speared inside.

'Good.' His fingers popped out and then his tongue was there, drawing a wavy line around the expanding ring that almost drove me out of my mind with exquisite intensity. I squirmed violently, trying to elude his warm breath, but I was trapped on Jake's pole. His hands were on my hips, while Lloyd wrapped an arm around my waist and there was that blunt knock at the door, that impossibly round and wide visitor to my secret sanctum.

'Oh, it'll hurt!' I yelped.

'Just for a second,' he reassured, his voice all treacly warm now. 'Then it'll be sooo nice, Sophie, so very nice.' He continued this stream of comforting nonsense-talk until his tip had widened my hole enough to push through. 'You're doing so well, Sophie, you're doing so well. That's it, don't panic, keep still.' He was boring ahead, gently but relentlessly, the thickness beginning to stretch and sting. I screwed up my face and puffed. Jake played with my clit, distracting me through the dreaded few seconds of stabbing pain, then Lloyd was in, halfway, three-quarters, all the way. I was impossibly full, laid waste by cock, pussy stretched and bum stuffed to bursting. How would I move?