This time she reaches behind her back and grabs Maart’s dick. He grins at me and shrugs.
And it’s settled. She is in. So now it’s my turn.
Rainer hasn’t resumed his licking yet, even though he’s still in position and Anya is still trying to encourage him with her hand on his head. “Now,” he says. “Now you have to let Cort know you want it.” His tongue darts out and the tip swipes across her clit. She hisses air through her teeth. “And if you don’t want to talk, fine with us. We like your silence. Nothing worse than a mouthy woman.”
Maart and I both laugh.
“But you better find a way to say yes in the next ten seconds, Anya. Because if you don’t, we’ll just jerk each other off real quick to quell the need and then go find ourselves someone with more spirit.”
Anya looks at me and even though she says nothing—not with words, not with her eyes, not even with a crooked smile—I know the question inside her head.
You like men?
Don’t we all like men, Anya? I sign that back to her and both Rainer and Maart chuckle.
And then Anya surprises me. She removes her hand from Rainer’s head, twists her body towards me—creating space between her and Maart—and then she leans in, blue eyes locked with mine, and slowly… ever so fucking slowly… closes the distance between us until her soft mouth, all pliant and willing, touches mine.
She holds that position, neither kissing me nor not kissing me, and we breathe a lifetime of breaths in that pause.
Up until now I hadn’t really felt the Lectra but it suddenly kicks in and my dick is instantly hard inside my shorts.
The dream-state is immediate and I kiss her.
I kiss her and she kisses me back.
And she tastes like blood.
Her tongue touches mine and I lean into it, pushing her back on top of Maart. Rainer is standing up, tugging his shorts down his long, muscular legs. Maart is desperately trying to unbutton his pants and get his dick out. I end up helping him as Anya and I continue to kiss. I lift up her hips as Maart pumps his cock, and then Rainer is helping me place her on top of Maart.
Rainer kneels down again and resumes licking her pussy while I play with her clit. Getting her wet enough for what comes next.
She bites her lip and closes her eyes when Rainer places Maart’s cock at the tight entrance of her ass, and when Maart thrusts upward, she cries out. Her small protest tumbles over my tongue and gets lost inside my mouth as Rainer and I each slip a finger inside her pussy.
Anya is gasping and moaning as we slide in and out, feeling the length of Maart’s cock inside her ass. Rainer keeps licking and every now and then his tongue caresses my finger. I shiver.
“Get on top of her,” Maart whispers, his mouth right up next to my ear. “Get inside her. I want to feel you, Cort. I want to feel your dick inside her.”
I want it too.
I continue kissing Anya as Maart lifts her knees up to her breasts and then I straddle their bodies. Rainer has my cock in his hand, squeezing it, sliding his huge palm up and down my thick shaft. Then he places me at the entrance of her wet pussy and I slide right in.
She moans. And it’s not even soft.
But I moan too. And so does Maart. Rainer is standing on the couch now, his dick in his hand as he eases it towards my face. I pull back from kissing Anya, glance up at him, and smile. Then take his giant cock in my hand and play with the tip until he closes his eyes and moans.
Then I push Anya’s face towards Rainer. She opens her mouth without objection and I’m fascinated as his cock disappears past her lips.
But that passive fascination doesn’t last because Maart is fucking her ass. Thrusting his hips upward, desperately trying to feel me.
I take my attention back to him. His face is right there, just below Anya’s right shoulder, and all I have to do is lean down.
His kiss is always rough. He always bites. And I laugh when he tries it, pulling back just in time so he can’t draw blood.
And then… I begin to move.
Anya is full-on moaning now. Not even bothering to stop the “Ooooh, ooooh, ohhhhh,” as she ruins her vow of silence. She shreds this vow of silence with moans.
But nobody cares. She certainly doesn’t.
And so we just fuck like that. Me in her pussy. Maart in her ass. And Rainer in her mouth.
She comes quickly. Too quickly.
But we don’t stop and she comes again. And again. And again.
And I get lost in the Lectra, and the sex, and the feeling of everything being just the way it should be.