We Love Lucy Page 6

  Jolene was sure they were probably grinning and winking at one another over her head, but she didn’t care. She was going to get what she’d come for, and that was all that mattered. Opening her eyes, she slid one arm around Pete’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He responded eagerly, his hands still squeezing and caressing her tits.

  Blake’s hands moved from her crotch, allowing her to mould herself against Pete’s body as they kissed. Blake now held her hips and pressed himself against her, his now-rigid cock nestled between her ass cheeks. Jolene had never felt so sexy and horny. Two gorgeous men wanted her. She could barely wait for them all to get naked together so they could enjoy her body, and she theirs. Her pussy oozed with juices, which had already started to trickle down her thigh. If they didn’t get out of there soon, she was going to end up with a visible trail below her hem.

  Pulling away from Pete, she said, ‘Well, since the pair of you share a flat, I guess it’s your place!’

  The guys stirred into action quickly, hiding their erections as best they could and making their way to the door. Jolene followed, grinning to herself as she felt her sticky sweetness brushing across the insides of her thighs as she walked.

  Once outside, Blake hailed a taxi almost immediately, much to Jolene’s relief. She didn’t want to stand around outside the bar when she could be back at the boys’ flat getting down and dirty. They hopped into the taxi. Jolene was once again sandwiched between the two men. Not that she minded, she was sure there was plenty more of that to come before the night was over!

  As they motored to their destination the three of them continued their extended foreplay session. Blake had clearly decided he hadn’t gotten enough action in the bar and pulled Jolene in for a kiss. One hand cupped her chin, whilst the other crept underneath her skirt, and then closer and closer to her swollen folds.

  As if that wasn’t enough stimulation, suddenly another hand joined Blake’s under her skirt and nudged her thighs apart. Then, as if an unspoken signal had passed between them, both guys touched her where she wanted it most. Someone pinched her engorged clitoris, whilst a finger entered her saturated tunnel, followed swiftly by another one. With little regard for the taxi driver, Jolene moaned into Blake’s mouth as she was pleasured. It felt to Jolene like there were hands everywhere; in her hair, on her clit, in her pussy, on her breasts... she was in heaven.

  Soon enough, they reached their destination. Notes were flung at the driver as they piled out of the car and onto the pavement. Barely taking in her surroundings, Jolene followed Blake’s lead as he walked up a garden path, rummaging around in his pocket for his keys.

  Once inside, Pete took her hand and led her into the front room as Blake shut the door behind them. His hands slipped under her skimpy top and tugged it up over her head, then dropped it on the floor. He kissed her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his hands reached around to remove her bra. Suddenly more hands were at her back, easing down the zip of her skirt, pulling the garment down to her feet then gently lifting one foot, followed by the other until she stood in nothing but her high heels.

  Blake, still kneeling behind her, whistled in appreciation. He grabbed her ass cheeks and caressed them, shuffling forward for a better look. He then pulled them apart, revealing her anus. He slid two fingers into Jolene’s crevice, coating them in her pussy juices, then drew back to her tight bottom hole and smeared the juices around it.

  Suddenly, Pete’s pulled out of the embrace and said, ‘Come on, let’s go into the bedroom before we go any further.’

  There was no need for any response. The three of them trooped into a bedroom which was furnished with a king-sized bed. Blake gestured to Jolene to get on the bed. Then both men began to undress. As their bodies were revealed, Jolene felt like all her birthdays and Christmasses had come at once.

  Blake was as she had imagined him; very broad, muscular and powerful-looking with a hairy chest and a sexy line of hair leading down to the curls from which his cock protruded. And what a cock it was. Circumcised, it was long and thick and its shiny purple head was already smeared with pre-come. Jolene could barely restrain herself from dropping to her knees before him and licking it off.

  Pete, though smaller in height and build, was certainly blessed where it mattered. His impressive cock was bigger than his friend’s; thick and meaty, and nestling in very well-groomed pubic hair. Jolene guessed that his balls would be shaven too. Smiling, she beckoned them over.

  In a flash, Blake and Pete joined her on the bed. After a few seconds of confusion, things happened very quickly. Noting how Blake had shown an interest in anal play, Jolene got Pete lying on his back so she could suck his cock. She then got onto all fours to do so, sticking her ass high in the air and wiggling it suggestively as she swallowed as much of Pete’s cock as she possibly could.

  Blake needed no more encouragement. He immediately parted her cheeks and stuck his tongue in her tight hole as deep as it would go, eliciting a muffled gasp from Jolene and a deep moan from Pete. He slid one hand between her thighs to play in her wet folds, stroking her clit as he tongue-fucked her asshole. Jolene’s sphincter twitched around his tongue and his cock stiffened further as he thought about how it would feel gripping his shaft. He hoped he would get to find out.

  Meanwhile, Pete was having trouble holding back his orgasm. Jolene was a pro at giving head, bobbing up and down on his cock as she stroked his balls and even had a cheeky stroke of his anus. He had to stop her before he came, as he desperately wanted to do so inside her. He put a hand to her shoulder, then gently pulled his cock out.

  Jolene was disappointed to be stopped just as she’d really been getting into it, but she soon forgot about it when Blake took his place. She immediately opened her mouth wide and sunk Blake’s cock in deep. Pete had by now moved to Blake’s previous position and had pried open her sticky nether lips and started to devour her pussy. He licked and sucked at her with obvious enjoyment and enthusiasm, pointing his tongue and flicking it over and over her engorged clit. As her climax approached, Jolene sucked harder and faster on Blake’s cock until his eyes rolled back in his head and he too looked as though he was about to come.

  Pete smeared some of Jolene’s copious pussy juices over her asshole and slowly penetrated her with a finger. Immediately, her orgasm was triggered and she felt the feeling of warmth and tingling permeating through her body. Then the wave hit and her pussy and anus started to spasm uncontrollably. She pulled her mouth off of Blake’s cock, to both his disappointment and relief; and screamed in release, ejaculate squirting all over Pete’s willing tongue.

  As she recovered, Blake stretched across the bed and yanked open a drawer in the bedside unit, pulling out a handful of condoms and some lube.

  ‘I don’t think you’re going to need that!’ she grinned at Blake.

  ‘Oh yes I am,’ he responded, with a wink, ‘and plenty of it.’

  Realising that Blake intended to fuck her ass, Jolene gulped. Then she shook herself. She was a big girl, and she could take it. Besides, she’d always wanted to try it and was sure the distraction of having Pete’s big cock stretching her pussy would relax her.

  The boys swapped places and Jolene wasted no time tearing open a condom and slipping it onto Pete’s length. Then she straddled him, positioning his prick at her entrance and sunk down until she was completely impaled. Even as aroused and wet as she was, she still felt stretched and filled, though she knew she was about to feel fuller.

  She heard the snap of a lid then something cold being smeared onto her asshole. More sticky noises followed as Blake coated his cock, then continued to stroke and relax her anus, working the lube right into her hole. He then pushed a lube coated finger right in; and another. He slowly fingered her and at the same time, Pete began to push up against her. The sensations were immense, a cock in her pussy and fingers in her bottom. She wanted more.

 
‘Try it now, but slowly.’ She hissed.

  Blake did as he was told. With a final smear of lube across her tight opening, she felt the bloated head of his latex-covered cock press against her sphincter.

  ‘Push against me,’ said Blake, ‘it will open you up for me.’

  Jolene did his bidding and pushed against the intrusion at her back passage. Surprisingly, she felt the resistance give way and Blake’s cock slowly gained entrance to her ass. He took it slow, inching deeper and deeper.

  Jolene’s body was a mass of feeling. She was stuffed in both holes, stretched to breaking point, and it felt incredible. As Blake’s balls rested against her, she clenched her muscles, drawing groans from both guys. Taking that as a sign of her readiness, they began to work together to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. It was difficult at first to keep either of the guys from slipping out of her, but they soon established a rhythm which worked for all three of them. Jolene knew she would reach climax very, very soon. She also knew it was going to be good.

  ‘Faster,’ she barked, hardly realising what she was saying, ‘fuck me good and hard.’

  Pete and Blake increased their pace, their cocks stroking nerve endings Jolene never even knew she had. She was absolutely drenched and every movement emitted squelching noises from their adjoined bodies. But all three were past caring as their climaxes approached.

  Jolene, having already come once, found her second orgasm coming rapidly. ‘I’m close, I’m going to come!’

  The second wave hit her, more powerfully than the first and this time her contracting muscles gripped two cocks desperate for release. Blake was first. With a couple more thrusts into Jolene’s tight ass, he moaned loudly as he emptied his balls inside her, cock twitching wildly. Seconds later, Pete’s fingers dug deeply into her hips as he shot his loud, groaning. Jolene was so sensitive, she could feel every twitch and movement of the boys’ pricks inside her, including when they both started to soften.

  Blake moved his weight off of her and pulled out carefully so as not to lose the condom, then went to dispose of it. Pete held his in place as Jolene got off him and flopped beside him on the bed. Seconds later, Blake joined them on the bed and Pete slipped off briefly to get rid of his spunk filled rubber. Presently, the three of them lay there, panting, with sweat cooling rapidly on their bodies.

  Blake spoke first. ‘I think I speak for all of us when I say - wow!’

  ‘Most definitely.’ Said Pete.

  ‘Ooh, yes,’ murmured Jolene, ‘I’m certainly glad I came out tonight, put it that way.’

  ‘You’re not disappointed about missing your friend?’ enquired Blake.

  ‘Nah, she’s not as much fun as you two.’ Jolene smiled, laughing inwardly at her own private joke. How would this pair feel if they knew she’d come out specifically on the prowl tonight?

  Looking across at Blake, then Pete, she saw nothing but blissed-out expressions. Funnily enough, she didn’t think they’d mind at all.

  A Stroke Of Peach

  Eleanor had always been a sucker for stationery, since before she even knew how to spell the word. So when she got a part-time job at her local stationery store, it was a dream come true. As well as being able to stack shelves full of sticky notes and sparkly stickers, she got staff discount, too!

  The discount came in very handy, as Eleanor was a mature (she was only 30, but they classed it as mature, much to her chagrin) art student and every penny was vital.

  A couple of months into her employment, Eleanor was excited to finally discover what lay behind the mysterious door next to the staff room - another store room! The main one on the ground floor was where their deliveries were dropped off and stored, and for the most part it was big enough to hold everything. But as she flung open the door to the upstairs warehouse, Eleanor could understand why it was used as infrequently as possible. After all, who wants to lug boxes of stock up two flights of stairs?

  The place was virtually abandoned. And yet, when Eleanor stepped inside, she felt like a child in a sweet shop. There were boxes dotted around the room, which had clearly been brought up here and forgotten about. Well, not any more.

  She’d been given orders to find out what was in the upstairs warehouse, get it price stickered and put out on the shop floor. Her boss’ comment had been “Well, it’s not putting any money in the till from up there, is it?”

  She rubbed her hands together and grinned. There was nothing she liked more than a project. And stationery, of course. So now she’d been presented with a task that encompassed both, she was one happy woman.

  She set to work, opening boxes and discovering what goodies lay within. There were lots of odds and ends - single envelopes, lonely tubes of glitter, torn packets of crepe paper; but they could go onto the clearance shelf. Someone would buy them. In fact, if Eleanor allowed herself to admit it, she’d probably buy some of it for herself. She smiled ruefully. At least she was a sucker for collecting stuff she could actually use - imagine if she’d been a fan of porcelain dolls or garden gnomes! What would be the point?

  Eleanor worked away, moving boxes closer to the door so she’d know which ones she’d already checked, and what was still to be uncovered.

  As she opened yet another box, she was hit by the unmistakeable scent of strawberries. Frowning, she tugged back the flaps and quickly spotted the culprit. A scented gel pen had burst, its fragrance released for all the world to smell.

  Shoving the broken pen into the corner of the box, Eleanor then retrieved a plastic packet holding more of the smelly pens. She could see a space where the escaped strawberry implement had come from. Flipping it open, she yanked out all of the pens and held them in one hand, dropping the packaging back into the box.

  Then, one by one, she tugged off the lids of the pens and gave them a sniff, guessing at the scent, before replacing the lids and checking the labels to see if she was right. She was so engrossed in her mission that she didn’t hear the footsteps clumping up the two flights of stairs. Nor did she hear the footsteps crossing the landing, stepping over the threshold of the door she had wedged open, and approaching her. The first Eleanor knew was when a deep voice right behind her said,

  “Whatchya doin’?”

  Letting out a squeal, Eleanor spun round and ended up swiping the pen in her hand right across her assailant’s cheek. Of course, the newcomer wasn’t an assailant at all, but Eleanor’s colleague, Jimmy.

  “What the-” Jimmy said, raising his hand to his face and smudging the line of ink striped across it, “is that... peach?”

  Eleanor put a hand to her mouth, almost drawing on her own face in the process. Then, over her shock, she giggled.

  “Jimmy, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were there, you made me jump! And, in answer to your question, yes, it’s peach.”

  “Really?” he said, reaching out and taking the pen. He drew the nib to his nose and inhaled. Then, nodding slowly, he whipped his hand towards Eleanor and laid a stroke of peach ink across her face.

  Jumping back, Eleanor, quite forgetting where she was, yelled “Hey, what the fuck did you do that for?”

  Laughing at his colleague’s indignance, Jimmy replied. “Revenge. Sweet revenge.”

  “Oh,” replied Eleanor, “like that is it? In that case...”

  Dropping all but one of the pens in her other hand, she uncapped the one that was left. Turning to Jimmy, she said,

  “Okay. My turn.”

  Brandishing the minty smelling implement, Eleanor advanced on Jimmy, who was backing off with a huge grin on his face. She took a couple of jabs at him which he blocked easily. He’d been ready for them. Eleanor realised she’d have to play dirty, and she was fine with that.

  Flicking her gaze to the open door, she widened her eyes and adopted a shocked expression. Jimmy totally took the bait and spun to face the door, thin
king they been caught out in their tomfoolery. Eleanor seized her chance. Taking advantage of Jimmy’s momentary distraction, she drew a sparkly green line on his face and danced away, giggling.

  Turning to face her, Jimmy grinned again. “You sneaky bitch. I’ll get you for that. This is officially war.”

  What ensued could indeed be described as war - of the craziest kind. The pair of them chased one another around the room, dodging boxes, shelving units and spider webs. Before long, they both had stripes of mint and peach across their faces, hands and forearms.

  As Eleanor dodged away from one of Jimmy’s lunges, she felt an unexpected jolt between her legs. The sudden spark of arousal put Eleanor off her stride, and before long Jimmy had backed her into a dark corner, from which there was no escape.

  The closer Jimmy got, the more Eleanor became aware of the heat from her pussy, which confused her no end. She and Jimmy had always got on well, but she’d never looked at him in that way before. It seemed her hormones had other ideas.

  Realising she had nowhere to go, Eleanor made one last effort to fend Jimmy off. She managed to draw an impressive line of minty green ink across his throat before he grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall. Looking at Jimmy’s face, she could see that this had gone beyond a game for him, too. A glance down at his crotch only confirmed her suspicions.

  The atmosphere between them had gone from playful to deadly serious in a matter of seconds. And Eleanor had no idea what to do about it. They couldn’t act on this sudden, and completely crazy, attraction here. They’d both be fired on the spot.

  Jimmy clearly had other ideas. He loosened his grip on her left wrist enough for the peach pen to slip from his grasp and clatter to the floor. Then he gave a pointed and very stern look to the mint gel pen still in Eleanor’s hand. She dropped it. Jimmy leaned in and said, “Well, I’ve got you now. Do you surrender?”