Little Miss Calculation - Sex Stories

Little Miss Calculation

... her. Getting off on the slap of their wet flesh and the snugness of her mouth and pussy. As they drove faster, harder, further, the poetry faded. This was a****listic. Hedonistic. Not love. Or romance. Or that heady sensation you get when you sit up in the bath too quickly. This was fucking. Thomas came first. He tried to pull back out of some twisted sense of chivalry, but she held him in her mouth. She wanted to taste him. Think of me the next time Rebecca does this to you, she thought. Hayden cried out. Time unhinged itself in that sloppy, ebbing moment. She lost her history. Her mores. She washed away. And when she felt Thomas begin to grow in her mouth, she vanished completely. They arranged her and she let them. They turned her around until she was slouched in Hayden’s arms. She was that crash-test dummy again, only now, she’d gone straight through the wall and discovered a whole new stretch of track. “Go for it, man.” Hayden’s voice drew her back, along with the warmth of his embrace. She opened her eyes as Thomas crawled over her, cock in hand. She was glad Hayden was behind her, stroking her stomach. Whatever happened next, it happened together. “Elaine?” She appreciated his question more than he realized, but he really didn’t have to ask. “Yes, please.” She lifted a leg over one shoulder, feeling his traps tighten under her calf. She opened herself as wide as she could, and even then, he felt huge. She crested backwards, drawing strength from Hayden’s touch. “Slow. ...

... Go slow.” She relaxed everything. Drew on her training in yoga. Breathe in. Breathe out. Through her nostrils. Out her mouth. And then Thomas was all the way in. So full. So. Full. Even the smallest pump was electrifying. “Is that OK?” She moaned something she hoped he took as a “fuck yeah” as her ujjayi breathing started to crumble. She took advantage of her flexibility before that went, too, looping a foot around the back of Thomas’s neck while she dug the heel of her other foot into his buttocks. She adjusted to him. Each thrust was a little deeper. A little harder. Hayden was erect, pressed against her back. She twisted enough to reach her hand behind her. His lips leaped down to hers as her fingers closed around him. He was slippery with their sweat and their earlier exercises. Her hand danced along its length, falling into easy rhythm with Thomas above her. A hand cupped her swells. Teased the elongated caps of her nipples. She switched her kiss between the men, losing track of whose mouth was whose in those final moments. Entangled in all that sweating, heaving flesh, the trio came as one. Hayden erupted in her hand and splashed against her side, and as she felt Thomas burst inside of her, her shuddering body followed suit. They laid her back along the poolside and dove into the water to cool off. Elaine had every intention of joining them, but her body wouldn’t respond. She’d never felt so thoroughly fucked. Just the thought of it had her laughing hysterically. After ...