P is for…

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Pascal Piltzer watched as Olivia Otten switched off the bullet vibrator that was being pressed against her clit by the strap on she was fucking him with. Once she had recovered enough from her orgasm to begin moving again, he felt the fake cock moving in his ass and he groaned. Then he felt her hand wrap around his cock from behind. His eyes rolled back into his head and he stifled a loud moan with the pillow beneath his face.

Pascal was lying face down on the bed, his friend with benefits pegging him. He loved nothing more than to get fucked in the ass by a woman. For Pascal, there was something so freeing about being taken this way. He assumed it had something to do with the lack of control. Pascal was a paramedic so while he was at work, he had to be focused and on top of things. He was in charge of other people and of saving people’s lives. It was a very stressful job that required a lot of energy and power. It was a nice change of pace for him to be in a situation where he wasn’t in power. He was at Olivia’s mercy and she was totally taking advantage of that right now.

His physical instinct was to move as she fucked him or to mimic fucking something else, but there was no way for him to do that. She was fucking him and jerking him off and it was impossible for him to do anything about without making her stop and there was no way he was going to do that.

Even though he had cum not long before, he felt another round coming on. “Oh god,” he groaned. “I’m going to cum.” He felt her pace quicken both in fucking him and with her hand and he nearly collapsed on the bed. “Oh god, oh my god,” he kept repeating until he became unintelligible as he came, collapsing on the bed.

As he came, he felt her slip the fake cock out of his ass and he had the mixed feeling of missing it and being glad it was out. He felt spent and exhausted. He heard a noise like someone moaning and remembered that before he had arrived, Olivia had been watching a live webcam and the two of them were still going at it.

While he lay weakly on the bed, she took the strap on off and curled up with him. “Thank you,” he murmured.

“You’re welcome,” she said and kissed his shoulder. Even though he was taller than her and bigger, she spooned him and let him be the little spoon. They lay like that, watching the other couple on the screen for a few minutes and then she spoke again. “I had an idea.”

“Oh?” he asked. Was this why she was so distracted earlier.

“Yeah, so you know I like fucking you in the ass, right?”

“Yeah.” His stomach clenched. Was she breaking things off?

“Well, I had a fantasy where I fucked you in the ass while I got fucked in the ass.”

“Oh!” he said with surprise. That was not what he had expected, though he wasn’t sure what he had expected anyway.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“You’ll still fuck me in the ass?”

She laughed and her laugh relaxed him. “Yes, of course.”

“Well then I’m game.”

“Great,” she said and she grinned at him. “Come over Friday night?”

“Sure,” he said.

The rest of the week he was anxious to get to Friday but he was also apprehensive. What would it be like to have a threesome? Who would the guy be? He had no idea and the uncertainly thrilled him and made him nervous.

When Friday evening arrived, he made his way over to Olivia’s house. He stood at the door, feeling anxious. Should he knock or use his key? He hadn’t felt so uncertain in a long time, but he decided to knock. She opened the door almost immediately.

“Oh hi!” She sounded surprised. “I thought it must have been Quincy. I thought you would use your key.”

He blushed slightly and said, “I wasn’t sure if I should.”

She cupped the side of his face with one hand in a comforting gesture. “Oh dear, don’t worry. Nothing between us is going to change. I enjoy my time with you. You know that.”

“I know,” he replied. “It’s just something new and different.”

“Yes it is,” she admitted. “I’m nervous myself, but I’m excited, too. I think it will be great.”

He knew exactly what she meant and he told her so. He did have one burning question to ask though. “Will this be a regular thing now?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “Let’s see how tonight goes, okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed and he smiled. She clearly was worried about him and their arrangement as well. That made him feel better.

“Oh, one thing you should know.”


“Quincy’s favorite thing is quickies, so don’t expect him to stick around when we’re done.”

He blinked at her like he was trying to process the information. He knew that the two of them thought that cuddling afterward was crucial, even though they weren’t really in a relationship.”Okay,” he finally said.

“It’s not a big deal,” she assured him. “It’s just what he prefers and I’m okay with that.”

“Have you slept with him before?” he asked, unsure of what he wanted the answer to be.

“Yes, I have.”

“Oh, okay,” he said. He probably shouldn’t have asked. He wasn’t even sure why it would bother him. After all, he had no claim on Olivia or her attention. He didn’t want a relationship with her. It shouldn’t matter. They were just friends who happened to fuck.

She cupped his face again. “Stop worrying so much. You’ll get permanent wrinkles in your forehead.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed the spot right between his eyes where he knew his face wrinkled when he was deep in thought or concerned about something.

There was a knock at the door just then and she turned away from him to answer the door. She opened it and a big man stood on the other side of the door. All Pascal could think was that this was certainly a guy who would like quickies. It didn’t make sense for him to have that thought since there was no particular reason for him to have a stereotype in his mind. Quincy was big. Huge. Broad shouldered and muscular. It didn’t look like he had an ounce of fat on him.

He offered his hand to shake Quincy’s when the other man came into the foyer. “Quincy, this is Pascal. Pascal, Quincy,” she said very formally.

“Nice to meet you,” Quincy said and his deep voice was what Pascal would have expected.

“Nice to meet you too,” Pascal replied.

“Well, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s go to the bedroom,” Olivia said brightly. Quincy followed and Pascal brought up the rear. Quincy was already getting turned on, ready to get his dick shoved up Olivia’s ass. She had told him what she had planned for her little friend who liked to be pegged. He thought it sounded like an awesome idea and he was totally on board.

When the three of them got into the bedroom, Olivia started stripping her clothes off immediately. She knew exactly what Quincy preferred. Quincy started taking his clothes off and after a moment of stunned confusion on Pascal’s face, he did the same.

“Pascal,” she said and he must have understood her to be making a directive since he immediately went over to a drawer in the dresser and started pulling things out. He grabbed a strap on and lube as well as a small bullet vibrator. He brought them out of the drawer and laid them out on the bed. He left all but the strap on the bed and visually offered to fasten the strap on to Olivia. She nodded almost imperceptibly and he strapped it on. Then he retrieved the lube and began lubing up the fake dildo.

“I need lube, too,” she told him quietly.

“Of course,” he said.

He lubed up his own ass first and then took care of hers. It seemed backwards, but it made sense that he would do her last so that she was as lubricated as possible when Quincy took her ass.

The look on Pascal’s face was one of surprise when he moved to her ass. “Would you like me to take this out?” he asked and she nodded. Apparently he had been surprised that she was wearing a butt plug to prepare herself for the anal fucking she was about to enjoy.

Quincy watched as Pascal finished up and climbed onto the bed. He grabbed the bullet vibrator and slipped it into an inside pocket of the strap on. Then he practically buried his head in the pillow with his ass in the air. Olivia got onto the bed behind him and pressed her dildo to his ass. “This seems awfully familiar,” she said with a hint of amusement in her voice.

Pascal mumbled into the pillow, “Yes, it does.”

“But this will be very different for me,” she quipped.

“Yes, I imagine so,” Pascal said with no hint of irony in his voice. Olivia switched on the vibrator Pascal had inserted for her and her legs practically buckled beneath her. She got herself stable again and leaned down against Pascal’s body. Quincy used some lube to get his cock ready to insert to her ass and got on the bed behind her. He was erect and ready to take her. He pressed the head of his cock to her ass and she moaned softly. He gentle pushed insider her and her ass opened for him easily. He waited for her to adjust to the size of his cock and then he began to fuck her. They got into a rhythm together, rocking in the same motion, her fake cock pressing into Pascal’s ass and Quincy’s pressing into hers. The vibrator on her clit and the cock in her ass were bringing her to the edge very quickly.

“I am not going to last much longer,” she admitted.

“Me neither,” Quincy said.

She felt her orgasm build and crash over her. She would have collapsed completely except Quincy was holding her up. As her pussy began to spasm around Quincy’s cock, he felt his own orgasm release. He had been trying to hold it back but he lost control then. He grunted, thrust several more times, and then pressed himself deep inside her while he emptied his cum into her.

Then they both collapsed, with Pascal on the bottom.

Quincy rolled over and Olivia did, too, her dildo sliding out of Pascal’s ass. Pascal rolled over onto his back. “That was intense,” Quincy murmured.

“Yes it was,” Olivia agreed.

Quincy rolled himself off the bed and went into the bathroom. When he emerged a minute later, Olivia had climbed on top of Pascal and was sucking his cock. She really seemed to be enjoying herself. Quincy got dressed and gave a little wave to Olivia. She gave a wave in response and Quincy left.


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