Curiosity Explored

Curiosity Explored, Part II

They struggled to their feet in the shower, kissing and caressing each other’s wet, spent bodies, smiling weakly, unable to find the words to capture the unspeakable bliss they had just experienced.

“God, you two do wicked things to me,” Leah finally ventured, having moved slowly to gather her workout clothes piled on a nearby bench.

Both Steve and Mike slumped exhausted against the wall, taking in the beauty of her long, dark hair, magnificent ass, endless legs and her small, sharp-nippled breasts that hung deliciously when she bent at the waist, stepping gingerly into her Lycra tights.

“Tell us about it,” Steve murmured. Just then he felt Mike's hand on his hip, the training partner with whom he just opened a window onto an incredible new world. He returned the gesture.

She turned to face her friends, brightening at the sight of their hair plastered to their scalps, their almost sheepish looks, strong bodies and flaccid cocks which hung drained between their thighs.

“Listen, babes,” she said, enjoying the sound of the endearment at her lips. “Why don’t we do dinner tonight? We have a lot to talk about.”

“My treat,” Mike volunteered quickly, slowly blinking as though to make some sense of this powerful scene.

“No, hon, I had something more private in mind,” she replied. “How about my place, say around 7?”

Steve needed no second invitation.

“Wonderful. What can we bring?”

She moved in to the shower room, dressed now, and kissed both men on their mouths as she patted their cool butts, then turned their faces to each other, pressing Steve’s lips to Mike’s. Her heart skipped a beat as their kiss lingered.

“Nothing, babe,” she said. “Except your hot bodies. Seven o’clock, 165 Russell Road. A townhouse, with the small gate out front. And the dress? It’s come-as-you-are.”

They were still laughing as she stepped out through the door into the gathering light of Sunday morning.

* * *

The early morning’s images rolled unstoppably through Steve’s mind all day long: first the sight of Mike’s bulging shorts on the bench, then his aroused nakedness in the shower, the vision of his cock sliding through his fist, his generous orgasm spurting hot and thick and creamy onto the tiled floor, at Steve’s feet, an opaque river washing down the drain.

Nor could he, or did he want to, shake the sight of Leah. She was beautiful and bold, a free-spirited woman who knew what she wanted. She had wanted to watch two men explore their curiosities, expand their sexual horizons. She had wanted to see two men with their tongues in each other’s mouths; to see their hard cocks in their soapy fists.

She had wanted to play with her pussy and climax before their eyes, while they climbed the mountain of orgasm themselves, their hot tribute to themselves, to each other, to HER, spurting from their cocks, their heavy balls cupped and squeezed in each other’s frantic hands.

And she had gotten it all, hadn’t she? Christ almighty. And they had been more than willing to be the actors in her play. It had been wonderful.

Now Steve’s head was swimming as he pulled into her driveway five minutes early: he was aroused, confused, eager to repeat all of this and more, and still seized by panic, needing to run for his life.

But there was no question about tonight. He and Mike and Leah indeed had a LOT to discuss, and he was just starting to consider the terrific possibilities when headlights filled his rear-view. Mike shut off his engine, and they stepped from their cars into the hot night together, each with a bottle of wine in hand.

“Hey,” Mike called out. “Taken any good showers lately?”

Steve laughed easily, amused by his friend’s easy sense of humor. If Mike was uncomfortable by the intimacy of this morning, he was hiding it well.

“Yeah,” he replied. “But it’s a good thing I didn’t drop my soap, or I imagine I’d have gotten to know somebody VERY well.”

“That you would,” Mike said, and there was no joking in his voice.

Steve shivered, considering the idea openly in the few steps it took them to reach Leah’s door.

They did not expect her to be braless, in tight shorts and a tighter T-shirt, when she answered their knock.

“Hi, guys. Oh, how nice... for me?”

They nearly fumbled their bottles as she beckoned them into the foyer.

“Good God,” Mike groaned as Leah turned, ushering them inside.

“Leah... you look... well, fabulous,” Steve sputtered at last.

“Why thank you, hon,” she said, leaning in to kiss his lips, then Mike’s. “I probably should be wearing panties, don't you think? These shorts are kind of revealing.”

She turned and flattened her hands across her abdomen. The crease of her pussy clearly parted the nylon.

The men gasped in unison as she took them by the hand and led them down the hall.

“Dinner’s in the oven, but it won’t be ready till near 9. So sorry about that, I got distracted in the bath earlier..." she paused for effect, "and I got to it late. Whatever shall we do to kill the time?”

“Well, I suppose we could play charades,” Mike offered as they rounded the corner into the master bedroom. “But on second thought, I think I’d prefer having sex with you ... and with Steve.”

“I was thinking much the same thing,” Leah said, tweaking her nipples through the white T-shirt, their coral pink outline clearly visible to them all.

“You know, babes, I was seriously turned on by the sight of you two masturbating this morning... but I’ve always wanted to see a man suck another man’s thick, hard cock. Do you think I might get my wish tonight?”

“If you ask nicely, which you just have,” Steve said, feeling himself begin to swell. He reached out and swept both of his friends into his arms and tackled them onto Leah’s king-size bed. By the time they had stopped bouncing, Leah was sandwiched face down between Steve, on top, and Mike, who grinned at the feeling of weight under which he was pinned.

Leah reached to Mike’s shirt and had it opened with a few quick flicks of her wrist, her mouth pressing to his sternum, then tracing left to lick his nipple. He shuddered at her touch, and felt her slowly humping him, his cock stiffening, wedged uncomfortably in his cotton khakis.

“You’re a very naughty girl, wanting two men to suck cock,” Steve scolded her, grinding his pelvis into her firm ass. He looked down and saw his bloated head peeking above the waistband of his boxers at the beltline of his 501s, the top button undone.

“Such nice, fat cock to suck, too,” she moaned, reaching to Mike’s trousers, opening them and drawing the zipper down. “C’mere, baby, don’t be shy.”

She slipped her hand inside his briefs and pulled him free, licking at the tender underside of the ridge.

Steve had wrestled open his pants, his cock now breathing the warm air, and Leah soon felt it rubbing between her cheeks, on the paper-thin fabric of her shorts. She considered where she wanted him most: in her pussy, already wet with her free-flowing juices, or in her tight, hot ass. If she chose the latter, her pussy would be free for Mike’s hot tongue -- or, with a little creativity, his quivering shaft.

Her head pounded at just the thought of being fucked by two swollen cocks at once, and at that moment she felt Steve’s arms lift her up and to the side, laying her down gently.

“Get undressed,” he told her urgently as the men struggled out of their clothes.

Leah stripped off her shorts and shirt and took in the sight of the two heavy, bobbing erections in front of her. Steve leaned over Mike and allowed a generous trail of saliva to escape from between lips, aiming it perfectly over his friend’s cock. Mike groaned at the wet heat, then whimpered at the sensation of Steve’s stroking hand, from the tip of his head to the thatch of pubic hair.

“So you've always wanted to see a man suck cock?” Steve asked, looking back at Leah. “Well, come here, sweetie. Come and get a close look.”

Leah’s breath was caught short.

“Me first,” she moaned, stroking Steve’s ass as she crawled closer. “Feed me, baby.”

Steve smiled at her eagerness. “Just a little, beautiful. How about we share?”

Mike’s cock was throbbing in Steve’s hand as Leah leaned down, her eyes wide. She looked back at Steve, her head near his groin, and saw his thick shaft, the purple head glimmering with a drop of precome, the full balls that hung beneath it. Then she reconsidered. Steve was ready now. And so was she.

She wanted so much: to suck; to be fucked; to watch her friends tear each other apart; to hear their voices crying out their pleasure; to smell their chemistry mixing in the heat of her room; to feel her pussy filling with come; to see a man explode in another.

Leah’s mouth opened, but it was Steve who shuddered. It was not Mike’s cock she was devouring, it was his, and his body shook at the sensation, folding down at the waist as she curled into him, gobbling him down like he was her last meal, her hand urgently working her clit.

Mike groaned, his head back in the pillow, and he didn’t even know that it was Steve’s mouth that filled itself with his cock, that it was Steve’s hand that continued to stroke him and build his need. His orgasm was unstoppable now, and he didn’t even know that it was down his best friend’s mouth he was about to shoot a thick load of his seed.

In a wave they came, nearly as one. Leah’s cheeks bulged with Steve’s yield, his first and second spurts practically not even touching her tongue, the rest sliding down her throat. It was enough to send her into orbit, and as her orgasm ripped through her body, Steve felt her teeth on his cock before she could cover them with her lips. The sensation tightened his own mouth, and the violence of Mike’s climax shocked him.

Leah pulled back, eager to fulfill her long-held desire, and as she licked her salty lips she saw Mike's ass lift off the bed as he fucked Steve's face.

Steve wasn’t prepared for the fury, not for the way it hit his tonsils, certainly not for its quantity. He nearly gagged, still breathless from his own orgasm, and a thick glob slipped over his bottom lip and down his chin, onto Mike’s balls. But he kept stroking, milking, jerking his friend for more, insatiable. Leah had crumpled in aftershock, her eyes flickering as Steve’s spent cock twitched before her eyes.

She felt a sticky hand on her breast; it was Steve, who had drooled a little of Mike’s come around her puckered areola, and now was swirling it in a circle, her nipple erect. He bent to her and squeezed her breast gently, sucking her nipple clean, then pressed his mouth to hers, Mike’s taste and his own now on her lips.

“Oh, baby...” he moaned, the same words she whispered to him. Steve rolled atop her, at Mike’s side, semi-erect. He rubbed himself on her, his cock teasing her clit as he ground his body on hers.

Their three lovers shook gently as they fought for what little air there was left in the room.

“Steve,” she said softly to him. “Tell me you’ll do something for me.”

“Anything, Leah... anything.”

“I want you to take Mike. I want you to fuck him. I want to see your hard cock pounding his ass. But I don’t want you to come in him. I want that for me. OK?”

Her words tumbled from her, unheard by her own ears finally as she drifted into a haze, safe in the arms of two men who would guard her with their lives. She barely felt Steve’s cock now, growing soft, a couple of dying drops matting in her bush.

“Yes, baby,” he whispered to her. “I’ll do that for you... I’ll do it for us.”