Crowded house, p.2
Crowded House, page 2
“We have lots of color on this wall,” Caylen remarked. “Now I want my cock in a tight hole.”
Hungry lips met mine. The press of Caylen’s body against me was warm and intoxicating, and the slip of the paint between us made for a strange sensation as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He spun me and pressed me to the wall again, chest first, exploring the curves of my body. The room disappeared as it had earlier. My eyes closed as his hands trailed down my flanks and spread my thighs. His firm fingers pushed eagerly into the depths of my swelling arousal.
I was going to have him again, feel him everywhere again. His fingers pushed and stretched my pussy wide. I couldn’t help but moan as I felt a tightening in my abdomen. I knew an orgasm wouldn’t be long with attention like this. I was already so aroused, and he was just too good of a lover—perhaps even the best I’d ever had.
“My cock needs a tight hole too,” Justin remarked.
Justin stood behind Caylen, kissing and caressing. All the time I could hear Sue and Jayne, who’d slid to the floor, their bodies bunching up against an old sheet. Sue was between Jayne’s legs, Jayne’s legs wrapped around Sue’s head, while Sue simultaneously plunged her fingers into Jayne’s cunt and lapped at her clit. Their verbal melody matched the rhythm of the techno, cutting the air like a lightning storm.
“Grab the condoms, buddy,” Caylen instructed. Then he turned back to me, whispering in my ear as I patiently waited, “I want to fuck you against the wall, while Justin’s fucking me.”
My head swam. This was better than the fantasy I’d had when he’d called with my invite.
“You cool with that?”
I turned around to face him and nodded to show my consent. I had total trust with these people. I knew I only had to say the word and our play would stop or change to accommodate. Reaching for Caylen’s cock, I gave him a hardy squeeze as Justin handed me a condom. I ripped the packet impatiently and kissed him like a feral creature, rolling the shield over his thick girth. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me, knowing he’d pump me harder and faster than the way I could pump him with my hand.
Justin interrupted, joining our kiss in a strange, multi-lip assembly. Kisses like these are sloppy in nature, but wonderful in arousing the sensitive skin of one’s mouth. A tongue tracing here, a nibble there—the wonderful smacking of contact and retreat. Lovely.
Jayne was verbalizing her loud release when Caylen had me pressed against the wall. He lifted my right leg onto a paint can while he played with my right breast, and then between my legs. It was hard to say what was my arousal and what was paint, but I didn’t care. He probed me with his cock at my ass, and sucked the skin on the side of my neck into his mouth. I closed my eyes, hearing Jayne continue to sing-shout her pleasure. There was a splurt of lube shooting from a tube nearby, and I tasted the tacky, neutral flavor of the paint as I licked my own lips.
The techno boomed when Caylen entered me with a hard upward thrust that took the breath out of me. I gasped at the feel of his wonderful cock stretching my pussy wide. He placed one hand against the wall to brace himself, sandwiching me tight between. His other hand massaged my bottom, then wiggled in front of me to reach my clit. Each hard thrust of his hips and brush of his forefinger on my sensitive bud was bliss.
Or I thought so, until I felt the extra push of Justin thrusting into Caylen.
Caylen grunted. I couldn’t see their position, but every exhale in my ear was heavy, every grip on my body, intense. With my head to the left, I saw Caylen’s fingernails dig into the wall, dragging marks through wet paint. Justin placed his hand on top of Caylen’s and held fast. In almost unison, the men pulled in and out: Justin-pumping-Caylen-pumping-me. Every motion hit harder and deeper than the roughest sex I’ve ever had, reaching parts of me I hadn’t know were still virgin. I was hot, almost overheating, but not uncomfortable. I just didn’t know what to do with myself. Pinned and taking it all in total submission was something I hadn’t explored before.
I loved every moment.
Just when you thought you’d lived and done all the wild stuff, you discover something new and memorable. Another exploration to daydream over later. Another appetite demanding satisfaction again on another day.
Sue and Jayne had changed places, Sue well on her way to her happy place, sitting on Jayne’s face, arms on the floor, squeaking a crescendo of satisfied noises. But I couldn’t focus for long. Caylen’s long moans and Justin’s grunts triggered something primal. I bucked my hips backward into Caylen as he thrust into me. Moving in trio, my core ignited and my pussy pulsed around Caylen’s cock. I was gasping at the buildup inside, like a shaken champagne bottle. The sensation was claustrophobic. I was under pressure inside and out. It was almost too much, and I teetered for balance with my foot on the paint can. He kept fucking me, as Justin whispered inaudible things behind him, communicating something only between them. A moment later both were vocalizing, and still fucking me. My pussy suddenly spiraled into orgasm as the condom filled with the physical evidence of Caylen’s pleasure.
We were not really standing then. We were a heap of limbs held upright only by one another. I felt that even the wall was no help. I was flying in some other plane of existence only reachable by the mystical Fuck Supreme: all limbs, slow rocking, labored breaths. My pussy continued to pulsate with Caylen still inside me, my whole body quaking under his.
There was only the techno music playing for long moments until Caylen’s voice broke the spell. “You alright there, June? You crushed?”
I wasn’t sure my mouth had worked—“So long you fuck me like this till I die . . .”—but apparently it did, because the whole room laughed. The air smelled heavily of sex and exertion. Tasted of sexual freedom. What an amazing group of people I had in my life. How lucky I was to be a part of them.
But then again, I play well with others.
HOW TO SEDUCE A MERMAID
C.C. Bridges
Shea crawled out of the ocean before she tried to stand. She’d done this before: drag herself onto land before sunning herself on the rocks, or—even better—wait in the shadows to watch the humans frolic on the beach.
Now things were different. She had two extra appendages—legs, they called them legs. But they hadn’t come with instructions, so it took a moment for her to figure out how they folded and which way they couldn’t go—ow, not side to side at the . . . knee?
“You’ll learn quickly,” the sea witch had told her. “It’s part of the spell.”
There was nothing for it then but to rock up onto her knees, and then to stand. She gasped at the sensations on the bottoms of her feet. She’d felt sand before, but now it seemed like every grain cut into her skin. Dare she try to take a step?
It took longer than she expected. Shea swayed and fought for balance. How did this work? When she swam the ocean depths she didn’t think about the way her tail needed to move. She narrowed her eyes and concentrated.
There, one foot up in the air, oh, she needed to put it down before she lifted the next. Shea felt heavy, her body thick and slow as she took her first step, then another. It almost wasn’t worth it fighting against the sand as she made her way up the empty beach, lit only by the half-moon in the black sky. But she was walking. The thrill of doing what no mermaid had done in centuries made a little giggle burst out of her mouth.
She gave into the laughter as she started to speed up, until she broke out into a run, the sand flying behind her feet. Oh, now this was fun.
As she came to the entrance to the boardwalk she slowed down. Humans didn’t typically walk around without clothes, so she’d come ashore on this end, where there were mostly houses. To the left she could see the bright lights of the amusements—the rides and arcades, the bars and restaurants. Here few people walked in small groups, but if she waited, crouching down by the entrance, she could dart out without anyone seeing her.
The house directly across from her had a little deck, and across that deck someone had strung a rope, with clothes swinging from it.
Shea held her breath and stepped onto the boardwalk. The wood didn’t feel nearly as nice as the sand, and caused her to limp. The house had a painted fence protecting it from the boardwalk, with its deck and tiny yard like the houses all down this stretch. She’d figured out walking, but now she had to try climbing. Shea could use her arms, and she had to trust her legs would follow.
The sea witch had been right. The more she used them, the more comfortable Shea grew with her new appendages. With a grunt, she made it over the fence. Before she could reach for the clothes, she caught sight of her reflection in the tall glass doors that led inside. There was her familiar face, the seaweed-green locks of her hair trailing down to cover her breasts, but below that, in between the V of her legs was that shadow, the place where she now had hair instead of scales. One hand crept forward, almost of its own accord, to stroke the sensitive skin.
This had been the point, after all, the whole reason she’d gone looking for the sea witch.
She’d spied the couple from the rocks at dusk. They had found the area of the cove where you couldn’t be spotted from the boardwalk, and where humans seldom walked when the sun went down. Too dangerous near the sharp stone jetting off into the sea. Shea had watched the male strip his mate, his hands stroking in a slow caress, along her pink nipples, to that shadow between her legs. The female had thrown her head back and gasped, a slight sound that somehow seemed to carry across the beach.
And oh how Shea had wanted. She didn’t understand desire, not like this. But how she wanted to.
The couple had come again, the next night, laying out a blanket on the sand before stripping down. This time the male spread her legs wide, and her feet clutched his hips as he mounted her. What did that feel like? To be penetrated in that way? Shea may have gotten too close, too enraptured by the high-pitched sounds coming from the woman’s mouth. They were cries of pleasure, but what kind of pleasure?
That’s when the woman had turned her head and looked right at Shea, floating in the water a few feet away. She’d smiled and winked, with one hand held out toward the sea. It startled Shea, who dived beneath the waters to hide.
Shea had watched humanity for decades, and had indeed seen this kind of thing before. But something inside her had changed. It had to have something to do with this couple. They ensorcelled her in some way. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them, about what would have happened if she’d swam up to them and taken that offered hand. But Shea didn’t have the right parts to participate, so she’d gone to the sea witch.
Now, she snatched her fingers away from her body, to clutch the shell tied around her neck with a piece of twine. That shell kept her human, but only for a few days. Shea didn’t have time to waste.
She pulled a pink bikini top from the clothesline and put it on, following with a long black wrap skirt. Next she needed shoes of some sort, because she hadn’t liked how that wooden boardwalk felt beneath her feet. That must be why humans put such things on. There was a selection of sandals propped up against the side of the deck, and after a moment, she tucked her feet into black slides that were just a tiny bit too big.
She’s overheard the couple talking the night before, as they lay together. The male had mentioned his plans for tonight, Shea remembered, and if she hurried, she’d find him at the bar called Martin’s with some friends he hadn’t seen in a while. As she strode down the length of the boardwalk, the lights got brighter, and the narrow homes were replaced with the arcades, food stands, and rides that dotted this half of the town. She rarely got close enough to this section to see all of this—too risky. But what she did see wasn’t that impressive. There were too many people pressed together, and it took her a moment to figure out the currents of movement.
Much of this was senseless noise—bells going off, people screaming, the whine of the rides as the cars whooshed past on the rollercoaster. It was a relief when she saw the word “Martin’s” in blazing gold letters, letters she’d learned after years of reading what the humans had left behind on the beach. Inside, they kept the place dark, and the glass doors blocked off much of the noise of outside. Soft music played, and the hum of conversation flowed like the ocean waves. She walked past the tables, staring at each young man with sandy hair.
Past the long wooden bar in the center of the room, the walls dropped away, open to the beach with an area sectioned off with lines of rope. Nobody was sitting at the wooden tables and chairs back here. A crowd had gathered to watch the ocean, loud here in this little alcove. Shea crept closer, because she recognized the back of a head, those golden curls, the curve of his neck and shoulders. The tight tan pants he wore couldn’t conceal the recognizable shape of his ass.
She walked over, ignoring all of the other humans as she pushed into place next to him. “Buy me a drink?” she said. She knew that was a thing, that human women asked that of their conquests all the time.
He turned to face her, and the confused look on his face changed. His eyes widened, and somehow, he knew her. But he didn’t say anything other than, “All right. What would you like?”
She didn’t know how to respond. “Surprise me?”
He smiled and left her side. Should she follow? Shea stared at the sea and tugged at the shell on her neck. She didn’t have much time. Shea had to make the most of every second, and now she was conscious of each of those seconds dripping away, like grains of sand.
“Here.” He had come out of nowhere, holding a clear glass with bubbling liquid and a straw. Two bright red cherries floated on top.
Shea took it and regarded it carefully. “What is it?”
“It’s just water with a sprinkle of fruit juice. Sparkling water,” he clarified when she looked at him like he was mad.
She took a sip, and nearly spit it out. The bubbles burst over her tongue, making her entire mouth feel all tingly. This tasted nothing like water should. However, it was a little sweet, and she liked the way it felt going down her throat. Shea nodded. “This is acceptable.”
He smiled, and what a smile! It lit up his entire face, somehow brightening those pale blue eyes. Shea took a moment to appreciate his face, the careful cut of his jaw, sprinkled with golden stubble a shade lighter than his hair, and the slight bump in his nose. When his cheeks grew pink beneath his tan, she realized she might be staring a bit too intensely. Humans could be bashful.
“She was right. I don’t believe it.” He shook his head.
“Who?”
“My girlfriend Julia. She said you’d come. I honestly wasn’t sure what I even saw at the rocks, but . . .”
She grabbed his arm. They had noticed her at the rocks. Shea hadn’t imagined any of it. “Julia. Where is she?”
“Back at the rental.” He looked down where she still held onto his bare skin. “My name is Eric by the way.”
“Shea,” she said. “Now can we go to Julia?”
Something changed in his eyes. They tightened at the corners, but she didn’t understand humans enough to even guess what that was about. “All right. Come on.”
He led her back out to the boardwalk—after leaving her empty glass on the bar. She waved goodbye to the man behind it who stared at her before scooping it up. “Do I not look human enough?” She glanced down at her legs, kicking up the edges of the black skirt she’d borrowed.
Eric laughed. “Your legs are fine. Gorgeous, actually. Most people don’t have dark green hair naturally, and the way you look at people, well, it’s kinda intense.”
How strange.
* * *
The “rental” that Eric referred to was a house tucked away from the beach. Close enough to hear the waves, but far enough away from the boardwalk chaos. Shea could still see the lights, but the streets were quieter, and nobody saw him open the door and gesture her inside.
“Julia?” he called. “We have a guest.”
“I told you so.”
Shea turned at the sound of that voice; it was deeper than she had expected, a sultry rasping tone. It made her shiver, although Shea didn’t quite understand why. Julia appeared in the doorway of another room, wearing a blue robe cinched tight around her waist. The fabric looked so soft that Shea wanted to catch her fingers up in it to see how it felt. It looked so different from the fabric humans wore near the sea. The robe gaped at her chest, baring a bit of curved breast, making Shea’s fingers twitch for another reason.
She stalked across the room, having eyes only for Julia, who smiled that familiar crooked grin and narrowed her dark eyes. But Julia didn’t move when Shea seized the belt of her robe and fumbled with it. “Easy, sweetheart, we have all night for that.” She took Shea’s wrists in her hands and held them still. “That is what you’re here for, isn’t it?”
“It was an invitation, wasn’t it?” Shea asked, suddenly unsure. “When you reached out to me on the beach.”
Eric came over and put his arm around her waist. “Of course it was. But we didn’t realize what you were until you splashed away.”
“You thought I was human.”
“To be fair, I’ve never met a mermaid before.” Julia let go of Shea’s wrists and slid her hands up to her shoulders, which she massaged in slow soothing motions.
“I couldn’t join you. I didn’t have . . . that . . .” She pointed to the area beneath Julia’s robe and inexplicably, her cheeks heated.
Julia stepped away, and the loss of her warmth almost hurt. But she made up for it when she untied the knot on her belt. “There are so many more words better suited to it than . . . that.” She laughed as she bared herself, revealing a thatch of dark curls between her legs. “Vagina. Pussy. Cunt.”
“Folds of pleasure,” Eric said.
