‘Get on him. Get his hard cock inside you.’
He nudged Lucy into the right position, the pair of them straddling Rob’s thighs, then he held the back of her neck and watched Rob’s thick stalk disappear up inside his lover’s tight sheath. What a sight that was to see. Her round bottom cheeks, pink from a session with a suede flogger, pushed out towards Richard, hinting at pleasures to be had.
Lucy’s sighs were effectively muffled by his big palm pushed against her face until she was fully impaled and Rob reached up to fondle her breasts, his eyes glazed with lust.
Threesome sex was not, after all, as awkward or uncomfortable as Richard had always assumed it might be. After a few initial misunderstandings, he and Rob had established a partnership, working together to dominate Lucy in the ways she most wanted. It wasn’t like having a rival. It was a bit like watching a porn film and participating in it at the same time. He didn’t feel threatened by Rob and, although he knew Rob still felt a little threatened by him, the prickliness was fading now.
He took his hand from Lucy’s mouth, trusting her to behave herself now, and held her hips firmly while she rode Rob, making sure she didn’t slack.
‘What do you think of that rule, Rob?’ Richard whispered. ‘That rule about Emma not being allowed to come? Do you think we should give that a try some time?’
‘No,’ whimpered Lucy, grinding away.
Rob put his hand between Lucy’s thighs and began to rub at her clitoris.
‘She’d never make it,’ he said. ‘She’d fail that test straight away.’
‘I think you’re right,’ said Richard. ‘She doesn’t realise, does she, that her orgasm doesn’t belong to her. It belongs to us. She gets it when we feel she deserves it. Don’t you think?’
‘Might be fun to try sometime,’ gasped Rob, redder in the face now and damper on the brow.
‘Maybe not tonight,’ conceded Richard. He tightened his hold on her hips. ‘Hope you’re not too close. You’ve got a long way to go yet.’
He let go of her then and pushed her spine downwards so that she lay almost flat on Rob’s chest, altering the angle at which he was fucking her.
Now Rob had hold of Lucy’s hips and Richard was free to lubricate between her bottom cheeks, which had become temptingly available in a rudely displayed invitation.
‘Oh God,’ gasped Lucy. She knew what was coming.
Richard smiled and pushed his fingers further.
It had become an unspoken competition between himself and Rob: who would get the front door and who the back? Somehow, taking her anally seemed to score more kudos points, though neither had ever discussed it. But they jockeyed for this position every time and the one who lost was always obscurely resentful.
Tonight, I win, thought Richard, mentally totting up the number of times he had been the victor in their double penetration game. He made it four to Rob’s three. Got to keep on top.
‘What’s the matter, Lucy?’ asked Richard, thrusting two fingers in and out of her. ‘You must have been expecting this. You know perfectly well that when we three get together your arse is going to get filled at some point. Don’t you?’ He jabbed and she wriggled violently.
‘Yes, sir,’ she admitted.
‘You’d be disappointed if it wasn’t. Wouldn’t you.’
She made an incoherent sound, perhaps hoping that it would stand in for this humiliating confession.
Richard shook his head. Surely she knew him better than that.
‘Wouldn’t you?’ he repeated, holding his fingers all the way in and twisting them.
‘Yes, sir,’ she said hurriedly, breathlessly, the words mutating into a moan. Rob must be rubbing up against her g-spot. Richard needed to get inside her before she lost control of herself.
‘Still, Lucy,’ he commanded.
It was Rob who obeyed the order, though, holding her in place so that Richard could start inserting his long, stiff rod into her compact passage.
Lucy had had this so many times, and yet she never seemed to get used to it. There was always that moment, not quite all the way in, when she insisted it was never going to fit and she couldn’t take it. It had almost become ritual and, for Richard, it made this ceremony all the sweeter.
Tonight was no exception.
‘Oh God, I can’t,’ she panted. ‘I just can’t. Please!’