Curiosity

Jenny was ill at ease in her own mind. For quite some time now she had been repulsed by the mere thought of her girlfriends fiancé, but through the coercion of her playmate she had allowed herself to be kissed by the man. It was only fair since he was allowing her continual access to his gorgeous fiancé who just happened to be her ex girlfriend. However, the alcohol combined with his gentle approach had broken the icy wall which kept her passionate fires at bay and she had taken control, pulling his head back and biting his lip in a brief blaze of dominance.

Now she wanted more. She wanted to feel that control, that strength and power over another human’s actions and reactions which she felt so rarely and never sought.

She wanted George.

The fact went against everything she had stood for these last few months but she could no more deny herself that than deny herself sustenance. It was a quirk of her personality that while she remained so uninterested and unadventurous in other areas of her life, she burst with curiosity about the men and women she met.

Not what they did, or where they came from.

How they felt, tasted, moved, sounded. How they pleased and received pleasure. Whether they made love or fucked. If they turned red or pink, screamed or became silent, took charge or sat back.

She had her barriers of course. Personality, looks, age. But one by one those barriers were being placed wider and wider apart. And now George had slipped through to the other side.

She had to know.

So she followed her playmate up the wooden stairs to the low-lit bedrooms, George and Evelyn in tow.

She wasn’t nervous. She knew this place well. She liked this place. It had all the essentials and the atmosphere was friendly and relaxed. More importantly, it was a nice ambient temperature.

They chose a room in the corner of a long line, some empty, some with closed doors and quiet occupants. Once the four were inside they closed and locked the door, despite Georges protests. He and Evelyn were used to crowds and onlookers. Jenny didn’t want anyone inviting themselves into their fun though, and Clark knew that.

The four stripped and Evelyn went straight for George’s cock, sucking on it in the manner than had been described as ‘mind-blowing’. Jenny still didn’t understand how anyone could enjoy it so much but she had to admit it was a nice-looking member in the near-darkness. Nowhere near as nice the round curve of Evelyn’s arse as she leant over her fiancé though.

Jenny admired them for a moment before Clark applied his primary move. She let her head fall back as he slid a finger inside her and worked his magic. The world went fuzzy at the edges and dissolved into pleasure and the occasional sound as she closed her eyes. Soon she was lying full-length across the bed, spasming and letting out cries that reverberated off the walls.

What little was left of her conscious brain occasionally alerted her to a particularly delicious cry from Evelyn or the smack of skin against skin. At some point Clark told George, “Go ahead. You can do anything now, she’s gone.” And an unfamiliar cock was presented to her panting mouth. She engulfed it, enjoying the smooth flesh sliding against her wet tongue.

Clark flipped her over so she was in doggy and entered her easily, wet as she was from his administrations. She took the new cock into her mouth once more, careful not to let any teeth scrape it’s tender surface, and sucked powerfully as each of Clark’s strokes pushed her closer to the edge, racing that much quicker from the accompanying twinge of pain from her cervix wall.

The small part of conscious brain made a note about the length and thickness of the cock for use later and filed it under the logical conclusion of ‘George’. As it did so Jenny became aware that Evelyn was beside him. She caressed the woman’s silky thigh and gripped it tightly to illicit a small moan. The woman was dripping. Jenny let her hand travel up her thigh to brush her entrance and slide two fingers inside. The feeling was incredible. She loved the way the slick walls pulsed and squeezed her digits. She shuddered and came from the combined stimuli, George’s cock falling from her mouth as she partially collapsed.

Clark turned her over and dragged her to lie straight across the bed. George lay Evelyn the opposite way on her left side. Like competitors for a single belt, both lay into their woman, trying to generate the most pleasure and showcase their skill. Jenny was well accustomed to Clark’s techniques but nonetheless she was soon screaming and arching as orgasm after orgasm racked her body. Evelyn wasn’t having as much luck, moaning in disappointment as the pain she needed was denied to her. One out of three of her fiancé’s smacks missed and was only so much show and noise. Like the smug bastard he was, Clark leant over and began twisting various tender areas of flesh on Evelyn’s small frame, bringing the woman towards her desperate release.

Taking his cue, George reached for Jenny and stroked her chest and neck. When it failed to create the desired response he tweaked her nipples.

Resigned to his loss, George returned to his fiancé. Clark claimed his victory silently and pulled Jenny to her feet. Evelyn stood and lay down the opposite way and Clark positioned Jenny on top of her so she could face him. Clark offered her his cock and she obliged, sucking the dark member back to it’s full glory as Evelyn did the same from below to George. The pair swapped ends and Clark laid into her doggy-style, pressing her down onto Evelyn’s mouth. She trembled as the woman licked her clit while Evelyn’s fiancé fucked her in missionary. She grew wetter by the second as she watched George’s thick cock slid in and out of the porcelain package and took any opportunity to nip at the exposed clit.

Suddenly Clark was gone and Evelyn was probing her entrance with her tongue. Jenny face-planted beside the woman’s hips, shaking from the skilled strokes.

George had disappeared and Clark was in his place when she managed to raise herself up again. His stocky dark figure was a stark contrast to Evelyn’s pale frame.

The tongue at her entrance withdrew and was replaced by something much bigger. Jenny moaned as George pressed all the way inside her and began thrusting lightly. Too lightly. She tried to press back against him, to get that hard cock deeper inside her and drive it into her cervix but he kept angling it into her front wall, missing everything that drove her wild. She cursed her unusual anatomy and Clark for not informing him of her internal quirk but was unable to form anything except vowels as he managed to stretch her entrance enough to generate some mild pleasure. She scooted back until she was standing, forcing him to remove himself. Her plan was to readjust herself on the bed so she could angle it to her liking but the couple took that as an opportunity for a break.

Disappointed, Jenny watched the couple dress and leave to explore the rest of the floor. Clark locked the door behind them and lay down on the bed properly, inviting her to join him.

She straddled him and was rewarded with a spark of pleasure as he hit her sweet spot effortlessly. She grinded against him, the wild animalistic response breaking through and curling her hands into claws to scratch the bed. She bared her teeth and growled from the bottom of her throat as she rode him, the feline part of her personality taking control for a while.

She was jolted back into normality when Clark stopped thrusting back and offered his wrists. She stared at him in shock. He never gave up control. Even when he claimed he was he still was manipulating her in some way so she would move the way he wanted, even if she couldn’t define it at the time.

She laid a palm over his wrist, pinning it to the bed and waited for the reaction. It didn’t come. She pinned the other, far lighter than many had pinned herself. Still nothing. Cautiously, she bucked, expecting him to buck back.

He closed his eyes.

He really was giving her control.

Jenny leant all her weight on his wrists and rode the man like her life depended on it. She watched in delight and chortled in glee as she pushed the man towards the edge, seeing it write itself across his face. Just as he was about to come, the door opened.

“Well that was boring.” George announced.

Jenny stopped dead, the mood shattered. Clark retrieved his wrists and she glared at the wall, angry at the man for denying her the golden opportunity to fully control the control freak.

“Let’s go for a smoke.” Clark declared, discarded the empty condom and dressing himself.

Jenny remained crouched on the bed, pouting. Resigned, she climbed off, vaguely aware that her insides were still throbbing. Out of nowhere George smacked her arse, hard. Her legs gave out as she came, leaving her gripping the edge of the bed for dear life. George laughed.

“Fuck.” Jenny breathed.

“You guys go for a smoke. Me and Evelyn are gunna check out downstairs.” The couple disappeared once more.

“Fuck George.” Clark muttered. “I was this close.”

“I know. Fuck George.”

“You already did.”

“…fuck.”