1. Happy Endings


    Date: 10/11/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    “Yes?” he said at last. “I’m so glad you agree,” said Myr with a smile. “Perhaps you, my charming suitor, could set forth on a quest to find such a friend. Could you do that? For me?” “Absolutely,” he said, drawing himself up and jutting out the place where his chin should be. “Oh good,” said Myr breathily, fanning her face theatrically with one hand. “It gets me so... hot , you know, thinking about it.” “Me, er, yes, as well,” he said, leaning closer. “The height of eroticism, surely,” she whispered. “The very thought of it! Pleasuring two dicks at once. Can you imagine?” “Oh yes,” he said, then jolted as though slapped. “Wait, what? Dicks ?” He looked horrified, and lowered his voice. “You mean you want me to find you another...” “Dick, yes,” she said with a grin, then shook her head suddenly. “I mean man , obviously. Sorry, I always get those two words mixed up.” From the look on his face she could tell he wasn’t keen. Strange that homophobia could be so rampant among public school-boys, but there you were. She needed to sweeten the deal, and if she’d judged him correctly there was one thing that ought to do it. “Though you were here first, of course, my brave prince,” she said, leaning close to him, one hand brushing the outside of his thigh. “Which means you get to choose whether to go in front, or...” her eyes locked onto his, drawing him in “...behind.” His throat wobbled again as he swallowed, and without taking her eyes off his she could see a bulge rising up from ...
    the depths of his trousers. It wasn’t a large bulge. Somehow she hadn’t expected it to be. Just this euphemistic allusion to anal sex brought on a sudden flash of memory, and she found herself recalling the occasion - some years previously - when a man had first entered her that way. He had also been somewhat under-endowed (that was the only reason she’d agreed to that much-coveted penetration in the first place) but had been skilled enough in other ways for it not to matter very much. The event was one of those select few entries in her mental log of sexual experiences that she often replayed when she was alone and bored. Usually her masturbatory fantasies were outlandish and unreal, but one or two had really happened. She vividly, and often, recalled how her fingernails had left grooves in the wooden headboard of the bed as she knelt there on all fours, feeling the chap’s well-lubricated manhood fill her tight virgin rear. Even with a relatively small man it had hurt like, well, like buggery, but she had persisted. Eventually she grew to like it. On occasion. She shook herself and came back to the room, intensely aroused at the recollection. Chester obviously saw this in her eyes and mistook it for an interest in him. He leaned closer, licking his lips. I’m afraid you’re not getting near any of my orifices tonight, you little twerp , Myr thought. I wouldn’t let you pick my nose. “Of course,” she said aloud, drawing back, “if you’re not interested...” “No, I, er, of course, ...
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