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  Ronnie’s senses flooded all input. She’d had anal a few times and never really liked it but this – this was cosmic. She set the rhythm at first but then her sensations relinquished control to the men who thrust into her. The wave built between them and she had no control over it at all. They fucked her hard, almost brutally, the chains singing in her ears, a chorus to their growls and grunts, her hands kneading the muscles of Stew’s back, both men’s hands all over her, worshipping her thighs and breasts and belly, Gardner’s teeth in her shoulder, Stew licking her throat, kissing her rough and deep.

  The tide rose, a surge deep as the sea. Gardner pulsed in her ass and Stew deep in her cunt. She counted one, two, three beats, prolonging the moment, hanging over the depths.

  The orgasm shattered time, brought castles to computers, obliterated the lines of language and art. She screamed, uncaring as to who might hear, who might see. Her body burst into colour, bright orange and vibrant blue, forbidden purple and sacred red. Pulsing hot shots of spew let her know they came deep inside her. The chains deafened her with the power of her thrashing. In moments, all that whispered through the museum was the harsh, mingled breath of the three of them, Ronnie skewered between the two men, their cocks pulsing in her ass and cunt.

  ‘Goddamn,’ Stew gasped when he slipped out of her.

  Gardner kissed the slippery, sweaty back of her neck and he pulled her tanktop down over her tender breasts as he moved out from behind her. ‘What are we going to do? Igor will be back any minute.’

  Veronica knew he was right. As deliciously depraved as she felt, she didn’t really want the old caretaker to find her, dripping from ass and cunt, chained to the wall.

  ‘There were some cover-ups,’ she said. ‘Out by the cash register. They shouldn’t be too musty to wear back to the hotel. I’ve got clothes there.’

  ‘But the chains,’ Stew protested. ‘You can’t get the cover-up on over those chains.’

  Both men looked at her with sincere concern. Ronnie smiled. She saw in their eyes just how beautiful she was to them, just how much they still wanted her. The rest of the weekend would be heaven. After that, they had tenure; anything was possible.

  ‘We have to get you out of those chains,’ Gardner said.

  ‘No problem,’ she said her grin sly and knowing. She looked down at her bare foot on the dusty floor, curled painted toes pointing to a spot by the wall, where the key lay.

  Exactly where she’d tossed it.

  The Things Tour Guides Know

  by Richard Hiscock

  We were holidaying in New Zealand. Wanting to learn as much about the country as possible, my mate John and I decided to do a week tour and booked with a small company. Unfortunately most of the people were elderly so there were no wild parties like we’d hoped for.

  One evening, having the night to ourselves, John and I decided to take a stroll along the water’s edge, smoke a joint without having a lecture from some of the oldies.

  We were just heading inland, back to the hotel when we came across a clearing surrounded by bushes. Voices whispered. Intrigued we snuck forward wanting to see what was going on. It was the tour guide Jeff with some chick. He had his cock out and she was sucking it like crazy. He was so big she could only fit half in her mouth.

  Watching the two of them was really turning me on. I peered over at John and saw he was rubbing his cock absently. I focused back on the couple, observing the woman’s mouth as it slipped over his enormous knob still trying to swallow his shaft. The more I stared the more I realised that I wanted to suck him off too, suck him into my mouth to feel his bulging veins against my lips, run my tongue along his shaft and see if I could devour him further than she could.

  The idea of it shocked me. I wasn’t gay so wondered where these thoughts were coming from. I gulped, tried to push the image away and focus on the chick instead, but my eyes kept going back to him. The way he pushed his pelvis forward had me thinking about his arse, how tight his cheeks would be in that stance. I visualised him naked with me on my knees sucking greedily – the image so erotic it had my cock throbbing.

  She was sucking louder, gagging and slurping over his shaft. She tried to pull away but he held her head, demanding she continue. My hand stole down inside my board shorts to my own cock. It slipped over the knob which was oozing with precome. I peered over at John and saw him staring at me. I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking but then hoped not; what would he think?

  ‘Oh yeah,’ we heard Jeff moan. ‘That’s great, baby. Now how about you get your gear off?’

  She rose giggling. Sounded like she was a bit drunk. John and I eased back into the shadows watching her peel off her clothes. Man she had a great body. In the moonlight she looked like a goddess, her body sculpted, her hair cascading down over her back as she pranced about, keeping Jeff at bay as he lunged for her.

  ‘Now you?’ she purred.

  He quickly stripped off while she stood back and watched.

  ‘Here, lay on my shirt,’ he said spreading it on the ground.

  She did, legs splayed open while his eyes raked over her.

  ‘You’re a horny bitch, aren’t you?’

  ‘If you say so,’ she giggled.

  ‘You want me to fuck you?’

  ‘What do you think?’ Her legs were opening and closing, teasing him.

  He fell to his knees between her thighs. Her legs wrapped around his back. We had a great view of his arse as his muscles clenched and contracted while he pumped her rhythmically.

  John now had his own cock out of his shorts and in his hand stroking it lovingly. I had trouble tearing my eyes away from it and, when I stared back at Jeff’s bare arse, the only thing I could think of was fucking it and – to make matters worse – he got the girl to get up on all fours and began fucking her doggy style.

  ‘Oh fuck,’ Jeff said. ‘That’s great. Ever had it up the arse?’

  ‘No,’ she whimpered. ‘And there’s no way that monster would ever fit anyway.’

  ‘Want to give it a try?’ he coaxed.

  ‘No,’ she said, pushing back into him.

  ‘I’d love to fuck her up the arse,’ John mouthed to me.

  I nodded.

  ‘I won’t hurt you if that’s what you’re worried about?’

  ‘How can you be so sure?’

  ‘I’m a tour guide. We know these things.’

  ‘Yeah, right,’ but I could hear the misgivings beginning to fall away.

  ‘Come on, I promise I won’t hurt you,’ he said.

  She paused for a moment, clearly thinking. ‘You sure? To be honest I’ve always wanted to try but never been game.’

  ‘Lean up against that tree,’ he said.

  He pulled her back by the hips towards him so her arse was pointing upwards, then he fell to his knees and opened her cheeks. We couldn’t see her puckered hole but watched as he licked at it, slurping, slathering her with his saliva.

  ‘Fuck,’ John mouthed, his cock rock hard in his hand.

  ‘Easy now, baby,’ Jeff said. ‘Just relax.’

  He was probing her with his knob, gently so as not to hurt her. She was peering back at him over her shoulder.

  ‘Promise you won’t hurt me,’ she said.

  ‘Does that hurt?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘Good, I’ve just got the knob in. Now relax and I’ll ease it in further.’

  Out of the corner of my eye I watched John. His mouth was slack, his eyes wide. Jeff grabbed hold of the girl’s hips with both hands and pushed in further. She held onto the tree, wiggled her hips back at him and widened her stance.

  ‘Oh, yeah ...’ she moaned.

  ‘You like it?’

  ‘Oh God, yes. I never thought it would fit. It feels fantastic.’

  ‘It’s not all the way in, baby. You want me to keep going?’

  ‘Yes – please. I love it!’

  I imagined my cock sinking into her arse. I’d never fucked anyone up the arse �
� always wanted to but never had a willing partner; maybe I could find out who she was and see if she’d allow me to as well, or maybe I could find myself a guy, slam it into him ... but there I was again, thinking about fucking a guy.

  ‘Oh, yeah, harder,’ she cried. ‘Harder.’

  My balls tightened. I needed to fuck someone too. A look passed between John and I as we watched each other while pumping our own cocks. Again I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking.

  And then, without a pause, I thought what the hell and fell to the ground at his feet. I pulled down his shorts and lunged for his cock. Grabbing at it with both hands I marvelled at the size of it. Tentatively I licked at it, once, then twice, my lips sliding easily over the tip and down the shaft. Nothing in my whole life ever felt as good.

  ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ he hissed.

  ‘Oh, God, sorry,’ I mumbled. ‘Don’t know what came over me.’

  ‘Who’s there?’ Jeff asked.

  We scrambled out of there and hurried back to the hotel. In our room neither of us spoke for a while, then John broke the silence.

  ‘You know I think we should forget what happened out there.’

  ‘Sure,’ I said.

  ‘I believe you when you said you didn’t know what you were doing.’

  ‘Good.’

  ‘So we won’t mention it again, all right?’

  ‘Fine by me.’

  I was still embarrassed. How could I have got the wrong message? The way John had been handling himself and staring at me I was sure he was into some sort of experimentation. And to be honest he didn’t push me away immediately – he did allow me to lick it before taking it into my mouth, but it wasn’t until the next morning while I was in the bathroom that I knew he really was interested.

  I’d shut the door while showering but noticed in the mirror that John had opened it and was peering through the crack at me. I pretended not to know but I put on a good show, allowing the suds to slip and slide over me as I soaped myself.

  I even dropped the soap and almost laughed to myself as I bent over and stayed that way a fraction longer than necessary, knowing he’d have a good eyeful of my arse. I know he’s not gay either, but you know sometimes a little bit of experimentation can add some excitement to an otherwise boring holiday and I thought I’d go for it, push this to the next level. Turning off the taps, I wrapped a towel around myself and went back into the bedroom which we were sharing.

  Removing the towel, I dried off my hair, making a show of shaking my cock as I did. I paraded around, acting as though I was searching for my underwear, the whole time I was so aware of his eyes on me and my cock began to grow under his scrutiny. I pretended not to notice.

  The next thing I knew he was on his knees lunging for my cock. He sucked the knob into his mouth and I heard the intake of his breath. He slathered saliva over my shaft, licking it lovingly.

  My eyes closed momentarily. I felt myself swoon and then, as he sucked me deep into the recesses of his mouth, my hands instinctively went to his head. I grabbed his hair and began to fuck his mouth rhythmically.

  Oh God, I’ve never felt anything so fucking great in my life. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, which was true, but the feel of his mouth, his jaw sucking me hard, his tongue strong and knowing as only another man could.

  My other hand now caressed his back, my fingers running lightly down towards the crack of his arse. He moved back, dropping my cock from his mouth; his eyes were glazed with lust.

  ‘Get on all fours,’ I whispered and he obliged.

  It was a dreamlike experience – one I’ll never forget – as I knelt in behind him, opening his cheeks to run a finger over the crack of his arse. I lowered my head, pooling saliva onto my fingers as I slathered up his hole.

  Then with my cock gripped firmly in my hand I began to inch it in. Nothing in this world has ever felt so good. John pushed back and I eased in further. A deep breath from him and another push from me and I was in to the hilt.

  I began to push in and out and his soft moans of pleasure heightened my own excitement, but then a rustling at the window had us both freeze. I dared to look around and there was Jeff watching us openly.

  ‘What the fuck?’ I managed.

  ‘Hey, don’t let me stop you,’ he said climbing the rest of the way in.

  My cock was still up John’s arse as Jeff made his way over. He opened his zip and, the next thing I knew, he had his cock in my mouth. I sucked on it eagerly, hungry for the feel of his hardness as I pushed my own cock in and out of John.

  ‘Oh yeah, man,’ he breathed excitedly. ‘I was wondering how long it would take you guys to realise you were missing out.’

  ‘What?’ John said, peering back over his shoulder at us.

  ‘You two? I saw you creep up on me last night and knew if you didn’t try and join in or make some sort of contact with me that you might be into this. Plus it’s been a long time since I’ve had a couple of guys to share an evening with.’

  It was all too much for me to comprehend. I’d gone from one situation to another. I didn’t care what he thought or knew. I was only interested in one thing and that was getting my rocks off.

  It took me no time at all to come, the experience was so exhilarating, and when Jeff took over from where I left off, I lay back on the bed to watch. To say we had a night to remember would be an understatement.

  John and I have an agreement that we’ll never mention it to anyone and to be honest I’ve not been out with anyone else since. I’m waiting for him to realise that we’re meant to be together and, in my mind, I’m reliving that experience until he comes to understand that that tour guide knew more about us than we ever had.

  Casting Couch

  by Charlotte Stein

  The other guy she’s got him to come in with is small, much smaller than he is. It’s kind of dumb, really, because there’s no way she’s going to pick someone like that. Why would she want a short, skinny, little guy, when she could have someone big, and strapping, and awesome?

  Like he is. He knows he’s got the big leading man shoulders, the way most women like. And his hair is looking great today – really smooth and casually falling over his forehead. He smiles at her, to make sure she sees that he’s got the wide, white, even teeth, and she smiles back in this great approving way.

  His manager was right. Smiling is best. Smiling and good manly posture, you know, with your chest out and your shoulders straight – to show off all the pilates and weight work you’ve been doing.

  And he has been doing it. He’s been doing it so hard that he feels kind of lightheaded, walking into her big, chilly office. But the tight black jeans with the fancy label and the tight black sweater with the even fancier label fit good, and that’s what matters, really.

  Or so his manager says.

  ‘Benjamin,’ he says. ‘Make sure you always present a clean image to the general public. A clean, heteronormative image, at all times.’

  And Ben is pretty sure he does. He has no idea what heteronormative means, but it sure sounds like him. Totally sounds like him. The little guy is looking at him funny, and it’s making him sweat inside the clothes he kind of doesn’t like.

  ‘Hello, boys,’ the lady says. Her name’s something like Miss Miliver or Miss Mystifier or whatever, but he can’t quite recall because she’s staring right at him with these frosty blue eyes. They’re so frosty he wants to stick his tongue to them.

  Little guy is wiggling all over the place, next to him. Like he’s too dumb to hide his excitement, when everyone knows that you’re supposed to play it cool.

  ‘So nice that you could come at such short notice. You both know that we’re looking for a certain type of man, correct?’

  His manager has said something like that to him. It’s hard to recollect the details, however, what with all the nerves in his tummy and the need to throw up, again. He’s not sure that Power Muscle stuff is really doing him any good
.

  ‘Uh, yeah,’ the little guy says. He has this mean mouth and these mean tiny eyes, like a piglet – Ben isn’t sure he cares for him, even before he’s let out that funny sounding uh, yeah.

  ‘Good. So could you both start by removing your tops?’

  The little guy – who she calls Joe – starts doing it right away. But he’s an idiot, because he takes his pants off too – right down to the underwear – and she never said to do that! Doesn’t he know that you’re only supposed to do what you’re told?

  And sure enough, she looks at him with narrowed eyes. Ben catches it, because he finds it best to really look out for what the other person is wanting, all the time. You’ve got to know, so that you can give your best to them and then they’ll be happy.

  When she says: ‘Very good, Benjamin,’ he feels a little zing of pleasure shoot straight to the base of his spine. See? He did good and now she’s pleased. Piglet just doesn’t understand.

  ‘But you’re a little ahead of the game, aren’t you, Joe?’

  At which, Joe just shrugs! Oh, he doesn’t care at all. Anyone could see that.

  She taps her clipboard, and after a moment of staring at both of them – him with his golden, shapely torso, and Joe with his little reedy thing – she notes something down. He really, really hopes that it’s “Ben has excellent muscle tone”, because, you know, that’s totally true.

  ‘Lovely abs you’ve got there, Benjamin,’ she says, but this time it’s not the compliment that gives him the little zing of pleasure. It’s the way she says his name, like she’s already got a relationship with him. She is the person who calls him Benjamin – not Benny or Ben or doofus.

  It makes him feel funny, behind his knees.

  ‘But you can take the pants off now too.’

  He does so slowly, awkwardly. For some reason it makes him blush, even though he’s taken his clothes off lots of times before, for photoshoots and stuff. Maybe it’s because Piglet is watching him, and kind of smirking – like anything’s going to be funny! He knows he’s got strong thighs and long legs, and he never needs the sock his manager tells him to stuff down the front of his underpants.