Sex and the Stranger

I laughed, both at the expression and her curious simile. ‘You sure you still want to share him?’

‘That’s the deal,’ Lisa shot back. But, as we walked back to the hotel, Mark and Lisa arm in arm, and me trailing along a little behind them, I did begin to wonder. So, I think, did Mark, when we got up to our room and he noticed that both of us seemed to have a key. I saw his eyes flicker from Lisa to me and back again, and I tried to gauge his mood. Either he was asking, do I get you both? Or he was pleading, get her out of here.

My unbiased opinion? I think it was the first one. But Lisa had her own ideas.

‘It’s OK, Chrissie was going to take a long bath. Weren’t you, Chrissie?’

The haste with which I answered yes suggested to me that I was glad of the fact that, no matter how excited either Lisa or I got over the thought of making love together, the reality was just a few steps too far. I closed the bathroom door, turned on the water and started undressing, then realised I’d left my book in the bedroom. I didn’t know how long I was going to be exiled to the smallest room (till one of them needed to use it, I expect), but I wasn’t going to spend the time staring at the walls.

In my bra and panties, I opened the door. I’d been out of the room maybe sixty seconds and at the very worst, I expected them to be sitting on the bed together, still locked in their pre-flight kisses. Instead, by the glow of a scarf-shrouded bedside lamp, I saw Mark flat on his back, his eyes tightly closed, and Lisa wrestling – yes, wrestling – to get her mouth around, indeed, the biggest cock I’d ever seen.

OK, I’ve been to the chat rooms, I’ve played the game, and when Longjohn14incher informs you that he’s not called that for nothing, it’s so easy to turn all demure and little girly and type back ooh I don’t know how I’ll ever fit my little mouth around that, but I’ll certainly give it a try. And then you poke your pinkie between your lips and type a lascivious mmmmm.

It’s not until you actually see fourteen inches, or as near to that as makes no difference, and watch someone trying to accommodate them, that you realise just how absurd that kind of boasting is. That is not a penis. It’s a lamppost and, with the best will in the world, would you really want one of them stuck inside you?

At the same time, though, it was fascinating to watch. Once, and only once, I let Dave set up the digital camera, and photograph me while I gave him head; and, though I deleted the pictures immediately afterwards, there was something beautiful about them, both the sight of his penis as it sank into my mouth, and the look of undiluted pleasure that danced on my face as I did so.

I saw that same kind of bliss in Lisa’s face, but I also saw frustration, her eyes screwed up tight as her jaw strained around a purple mushroom the size of a fist. Her lips were drooling saliva all over it, desperately trying to get up the lubrication that would finally allow him to slip in all the way, but still the thick ridge at the bottom of the head was mashed against her lips, refusing to budge any further. It was almost painful to see and incredibly exciting. It wasn’t until I felt my own wetness wash over my fingers that I realised that I’d even started diddling myself while I watched. The damp reminded me of my running bath, and I stepped back into the bathroom and turned off the taps. Then I resumed my position in the doorway, gently fingering myself as Lisa battled gamely on.

Neither of them heard me walk softly across the room or noticed as I knelt down behind Lisa, my eyes now glued to the huge shaft with which she was fighting. Two hands held it, and the veins that stood out were as thick as her fingers. I manoeuvred myself around a little to study her lips as they sucked ferociously on what little of his manhood they had actually managed to seize upon, then I placed my hands on Lisa’s shoulders, gently massaging them as she worked.

I felt her relax into my touch, the bobbing motion of her head slowing a little as I allowed my hands to slip over her shoulders, then back onto her shoulder blades. Mark groaned his appreciation of the change in pace, but remained motionless. Sensing that all Lisa needed was a little extra encouragement, I bent my head to kiss the nape of her neck, as my hand slid under her arm to clasp her breast and thrilled to feel her nipple digging hard into my palm.

I cupped her breast and squeezed, then allowed my fingers to roam to the corona, gently tracing patterns in the skin before lightly tapping the swollen bud. I found myself wishing Lisa had settled herself in a less constricted position; I yearned to fasten my lips around her nipple, to feel my tongue teasing its taut surface. Instead, withdrawing my hand for a moment, I slid my fingers into my pussy, then replaced them, slick and moist on her breast, and sensed from the tiny moan that escaped from deep within her throat that she knew precisely what I had done and was given fresh determination by it. With a sudden jerk, I watched astonished as her mouth finally closed over that leviathan tip, and began inching greedily down the shaft.

She would not get far; no girl could. But the extra purchase allowed her to remove one of her hands and, with a delighted shudder I had never anticipated, she clasped my hand that still massaged her breast and guided it slowly down towards her loins.

My fingers traced lines down her abdomen and belly, danced in the thick mat of her sticky pubic hair, then slid through a wetness that seemed to last forever. I curled my middle finger and sank it inside her, into an all-enveloping wetness that was as heart-stoppingly alien as it was deliciously familiar. Whenever I touched myself li

ke this, the sensations were shared between my finger and vagina. Now it was my finger, fingers, as two more slipped in, that gloried in the hot wet softness, and I slipped towards her clitoris, rubbing and flicking it as her hips began swaying.

I could feel her orgasm building, her pussy muscles tightening, her juices flowing more fully; I could watch, as well, as the one hand that held Mark’s penis became a blur of frantic motion. But it was jerking not towards bringing him to climax, but to the one which was now building closer and closer within her own frantic body.

For a moment I thought she was going to break the thing. She was trying too hard. I moved away, watching as his cock hung in mid-air, a rigid bar that you could tow tractors with, then wrapped my hands around it as well, trying to slow Lisa’s motions. It wasn’t in the script, I knew, but drastic situations call for drastic responses.

I sucked a ball into my mouth – at least they were a reasonable size – then let my tongue drift towards his asshole, flicking the soft skin before tracing back across his scrotum to the base of his cock.

Suddenly, Lisa’s head jerked back with an almost animal cry of ecstasy; at the same moment, precisely as his cock flew free of her mouth, an enormous fountain of come shot out of it, arcing over his body to splash down close to his shoulder. Sinking to her knees, her head on his leg, Lisa continued pumping him dry with one hand, producing pools that became great puddles of cream, spreading over his stomach and then trickling down his sides. But her eyes remained locked on my face, and her mouth – her poor, aching mouth – creased in a smile and a softly whispered thank you.

I smiled back, then placed my finger on my lips, pointed towards Mark, and crept back into the bathroom. As I closed the door and stood brushing my teeth and contemplating the now cold tub, I heard the bed creak as Mark sat up, and presumably opened his eyes at last. ‘That was fantastic,’ he said. ‘But I really need to get going. I’ve got a game that starts at eight.’ There was a thump as he swung his legs onto the floor, a swish and a zip as he pulled his trousers up, then a ‘Bye. Er, thanks’ as he walked out of the door.

Lisa had not said a word.

I opened the door and came out. ‘Wow, are all your men that abrupt?’ I asked, then stopped as she let out a gale of laughter, convulsing against the side of the bed and actually slapping the mattress as she tried to regain control.

‘What’s so funny? Apart from the fact that he’ll never get laid with a monster like that.’

‘It was ridiculous! You know, the first few minutes were fun, but, ow! I’m amazed I didn’t get lockjaw. If you hadn’t come along, I don’t know what I’d have done.’ She looked around the hotel room. ‘Probably called room service and asked if they had a vacuum cleaner I could borrow.

‘But this is the best bit. While we were walking back from the club, he asked, he actually asked if the three of us were going to do it together, and really coarsely as well, like “Is she your sister? Am I gonna fuck you both? Are you lezzies?” and how he couldn’t wait to tell the others about how he just had his first threesome. All this shit, and I was like, fuck you, asshole, I’m going to get what I came for, which is that giant piece of meat you’re packing, and then you’re out of here. And then you coming in like that, and doing what you did … don’t you see how perfect that is? I had a threesome, you had a threesome … and he didn’t know a single thing about it.’

She rose, went into the bathroom and I heard running water and the sound of her scrubbing her teeth. I climbed into my bed and picked up my book; moments later, Lisa was snuggling down alongside me, her arm warm across my stomach, her head nestled in my armpit. ‘Please don’t take this the wrong way … I loved what you did, and I’ll never forget it. But I really don’t think I …’

I kissed the top of her head. ‘Don’t worry, I don’t think I can either.’

‘Although there was a moment there when I’d have given anything to have been doing that to you, not him.’

‘That,’ I smiled, ‘is your jawbone talking. Besides, if you had, you’d only be bitching about how sore your tongue is now. Some people are never satisfied.’