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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squeeze My Lemon~~~~~~~~~ 06.13.12~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: A birthday is to be celebrated, and a girl is to be venerated. These boys know exactly how. To Elvirina_Nelly on her birthday in June 2012, from AnnaLund and Chartwilightmom.
Disclaimer: All known characters in this story belong to Stephenie Meyer, with the exception of Connor, who is owned by Elvirina_Nelly. He also owns her, so it's only fair.
Warnings: all the usual lemon warnings PLUS that there are boys and girls in a holy jumble here, M-rated to the umpteenth degree. Just the way we like it.
Hugs and licks to Vampiremama and 17foreverlisa for pre-reading and extra bewbie gropes to Saritadreaming for beta'ing this for us.
~Where It Matters~
Elvirina
The house looks like it lives quietly in a corner of upper-middle class suburbia. I have a feeling that if you look closer, a lot closer, it isn't all that quiet. Not at all. And I think that I'm okay with that. All of it. All of what is going to happen tonight.
The laurel hedge that grows alongside the long driveway makes a high wall, creating the sensation of being closed off, exclusive, elegant. As I drive up to the entrance, a young man comes out, saying hello, showing me where to park. His smile is wide open and warm, and the butterflies in my belly calm down a little bit. This is a big night for me.
This house has all the makings of being a very special place for an extraordinary evening. The cool designs of white and gray speak of good taste, class, and discreet living. My dress is understated elegance: it is my birthday, after all.
A huge reception area flows into an open space, small groups of well-dressed people mingling. There is a sense of laid-back expectation in the air, topped with a nice healthy dose of anticipation and sensuality.
As I enter this space, all eyes turn to me. I feel evaluated, estimated, graded, and passing the exam. My high heels click on the Tuscan terracotta tiles, and a glass of champagne appears as if by magic by my hand. I turn to the man who holds it out and smile.
"Hello, Garrett!" I say, greeting my host. "How are you? What a beautiful evening, and what a crowd you've got together!"
"Sweet, Elvirina, welcome! And Happy Birthday, darling!" he says, kissing both my cheeks with sounding smooches—no air-kisses here, no, no—Garrett is all about the real thing.
"Have you met anyone yet?" he continues, taking me under my arm, leading me up to a couple standing by the folding French windows. "Gentlemen, this is Elvirina. Elvirina, I would like you to meet Jasper and Peter, a couple of my very best friends."
"Pleased to meet you both," I say, a little bit intimidated. The heat in my cheeks is intense, and I can hardly look them in the eye. They are gorgeous.
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Jasper
Peter and I watch as the room fills with familiar faces. Garrett has gone all out, providing liquid courage to the new, calming nerves as well as supplying a comfortable atmosphere in which all is possible.
A few faces turn in our direction, not that we ask for any attention, but to most we are perceived attractive. I smile and nod at those that I know, keeping my spot next to Peter.
There is exposed skin at this party, a lot of tempting plush lips ready for kissing. Suddenly, I feel eager for tonight; eager for all that will happen. The beast inside me crawling, wanting to burst free and find the nearest body to crush mine to.
The click of heels alerts the room to a new guest. Peter nudges my arm as we watch a beautiful creature cautiously make her way into the reception area. Her face is simple beauty, her soft smile accentuating her high cheekbones. She is pure innocence with a hint of mischief sparkling in her eyes.
My mind wanders to how she would sparkle in her natural form. How many of these people come to these parties with thoughts of what they think they like, with only what they have done before they stepped through these doors as their reference, only to find that once the clothes are gone and skin is heated, they are much more sated than their previous encounters, only to crave it more.
Her dress clings to her body, her curves sensual and feminine. My hand twitches at the thought of touching her hip, the heat of her skin burning my fingers as I explore her body. Knowing my thoughts, Peter leans closer and whispers, "Behave, Jasper."
Garrett greets the lovely jewel before leading her over to us, introducing us as two of his best friends. I would hope so after all that we have been through together.
"It is my pleasure, Elvirina." The words cling to my southern drawl, the tone low and deep as I take her hand and ghost my lips along her knuckles, swiftly closing my eyes and taking an obvious inhale; her scent fills my nose.
Hmm, I wonder if she tastes as wonderful as she smells.
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Peter
I can tell Jasper is done for; his silly smile is epic. God, we've done this so many times, and it just never gets old. I move in to catch Elvirina's other hand, swiftly disposing of her champagne glass. Jasper is still caressing her hand, so when I go in for a sweet kiss, too, her eyes flutter and slowly move toward mine.
"Hello there, sweetheart," I say. "I'm Peter. It is truly a pleasure to meet you." She is now held by both of us, and her eyes go back and forth, finding only appreciation and interest wherever she looks.
I chance a glance at Jasper, and he smiles at me, nodding slightly, and moves forward, pulling us both in with him. His scent, mixed with hers, is a killer. I melt into the embrace and say, "Well, now, this is a pleasant surprise. So much sweetness, and all of it surrounding me. Must be my lucky day."
Elvirina giggles, and I think she is the most adorable woman I've seen in a long time. Usually I like men, but I swing both ways, especially when facing someone as lovely as her. Jasper has the same attitude; the important thing is to connect, male or female really doesn't matter much, and it's more of a technicality at that point.
We hold her hands up, like she's a ballerina, and twirl her a bit. When I place my hand on her hip, her soft dress heats up like a fire. Oh, for crushed silk, sensual and beautiful. I'm studying her, and I see her heart is beating like crazy—again, silk is a dead give-away, the soft material trembling in her understated cleavage. Elegance is so much more than designer dresses.
The blush that colors her cheeks is enchanting. She gives my hand a quick squeeze, and then lets go of both of us.
"I am so glad to meet you two, as well," she says, smiling. "And I am sure we will talk again in a minute or so. But right now, I need to tour this fabulous house and meet all the guests. See you in a little while."
She picks up her glass of champagne again, just like that. She's off, but sends us a radiant smile over her shoulder. Yes, we are not done with you just yet, young lady. Oh, no, not at all. You'll be back. We'll wait.
I glance over at Jasper, and his look says it all. His mind is made up. It is this girl or nobody with us tonight.
I couldn't agree more.
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Jasper
The sway of her hips, as she leaves Peter and me, does everything.
"On the menu?" I whisper.
"The whole thing."
My dick inflates in acknowledgment of Peter's statement. Having met at one of these parties, Peter and I have grown to enjoy each other on many levels. My own taste is an equal desire for both men and women, giving me the opportunity to enjoy all that life has to offer.
Arriving at this party with Peter, his body a work of art, his toned muscles firm beneath my touch, and his dick one of the most delicious things I have ever had in my mouth, I knew this evening would be nothing short of amazing.
But now tonight promises to be so much more. The only thing I want, the only thing Peter and I will devour tonight, together, is the deliciously innocent looking treat making her way to the other side of the room.
Silently, we watch her like she is our prey. From this distance, I can see the sleek lines of her legs peeking out from her silk dress.
"I don't think I can wait," Peter quietly says.
I nod, my gaze not leaving Elvirina, her own gaze turning to see the two of us, the blush still covering her face now heating her neck.
My thoughts flip through all the scenarios that could happen: the positions, the kisses, the touches, the never having enough.
In an effort to delay our cavemen actions, I take a deep breath. "Soon, Peter." My eyes leave her, and scan the room, making sweeps to include her position at all times. Eventually, Peter and I mingle with a few other guests, have short conversations.
The draw to Elvirina is always there, under my skin, following her automatically like she is the beam of sunshine in a dark room.
My own want surfaces as she moves to speak with an unsavory guest.
I finally break my focus on our beauty that is within arms reach of that vile human, turning to Peter. "Maybe time to join her on the tour of the house?"
~.~
Edward
I'm watching. Always watching. One would think I'd be more noticed, but I have a knack of disappearing into the background, into the drapes of life. And from there, I watch. I have seen it all: the good, the bad, and the really, really ugly. Debauchery, pain, hate, and despair. I have a taste for it. But not for this girl; she should not be a part of that world.
"James? Would you come with me for a minute, please?" I ask, in a low voice. I need him out of here; he is not supposed to be with this kind of people. Who invited him? Who brought him here? Not Garrett—no way—he would never do that. James is for different places, other moments. He has his uses, but not here, not now.
"What do you want, Edward?" he asks me when I've maneuvered us out onto the back terrace.
"I need for you to get out of here. I'll call you next week, for a party that fits you and your needs. This one isn't it. At all." My voice is firm.
"Well, here's to us!" he says, raising his glass to me. "And fuck you, Edward. Why don't we just give 'em all hell? The last few nights have kicked my ass, and I really need an outlet."
"Yeah, not gonna happen," I answer. "And you are out of here. Now."
As he walks off, throwing the elegant, high-stemmed glass into one of the flowerbeds lining the path around the house to the front parking area. I hear him hiss and swear. I believe I will have hell to pay for this one next time we meet, but that girl? She doesn't deserve this kind of man. No, she deserves the kind of men who are in there now, like Jasper and Peter. Yes, and perhaps young Connor? They could take care of her and treat her like a lady.
I take my assignment seriously; I am in charge of the happy outcome of every party Garrett ever throws. And only happy girls make happy parties. Happy parties mean that my job is safe.
Yeah. She'll be fine now. I see Peter and Jasper moving as one, and when they take Elvirina under their wings and tour the premises with her, I know I can relax again. Connor is watching from his perch at the bar. I'm not sure if he is looking more at Jasper or Elvirina, but that will work out fine, whichever.
I go back to melting into the scenery again. All is calm.
~.~
Jasper
The moment she is free of the unwanted guest, Peter and I approach her. As we near her, she watches as a deer in headlights, her excitement clearly showing in the blush covering her face, and the heaving of her breath in her chest. My eyes linger a bit too long on her breasts, the soft mounds causing my hands to twitch with want.
"Hi," I coolly say, as we each take a place by her side. "Would you like company on the tour of the house?"
She smiles, turning her head once between the two of us. "Would you mind?"
"It would be our pleasure," Peter answers.
Placing my arm around her back, my fingers find the heat of her skin through the silk of her dress, encouraging my cock to continue coming to life and feel for himself. Reacting to her closeness, I lean closer, my nose searching for more of her sweet scent.
"Where should we start?" she asks eagerly.
I look quickly to Peter who motions his head toward the stairs.
"There is a lovely library on the second floor," I suggest.
Peter takes her hand and pulls as I keep my hand on her back and follow. Passing the bar, I see Connor watching us, the perfect smirk on his face. I am sure he is remembering our evenings together. I raise one eyebrow toward him, and smile.
Crossing the room, we make our way to the double staircase, the arch that curves along the wall elegantly, leading to the second floor.
At the bottom of the stairs, I move to take her other hand, my fingers lacing between hers, the comfort of the gesture natural.
"Shall we?" Peter offers, giving her the choice to come with us. It is always about choice.
"Yes." She seems excited as she answers but there is a hint of nervousness on the surface, her innocence all the more intoxicating to us.
The party behind us dissolves as we ascend the stairs, the three of us entering a bubble as the noise and voices soften. At the top we start to make our way down the wide hallway, tables and paintings along with sconces decorating our path. The natural tones of the house continue, warm and inviting. A beautiful, tropical rug lines our path.
There are sixteen doors along this hallway, bedrooms, the library, an office or two, but evenly split, eight on each side. At the end is a large door leading to the master bedroom.
Taking the lead again, Peter moves to the first door on the left, reaching for the handle, turning and pushing it open.
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Peter
We are hardly inside the open door when Elvirina says, "Stop! Not another step!"
Jasper and I are not used to being ordered around, but the tone of her voice let's us know she is in total command-mode. We just comply. Like soldiers at attention. Frozen.
She takes a couple of steps further into the room, and then turns around to face us. "You: on the bed, naked. Now." She says this to Jasper, who blinks three times, and then starts to do what he's been told. Good boy, I think, snickering to myself.
"You: leave the door open, wipe that sly smile off your face, and go join Jasper."
Wow. Well, put like that, who am I to disobey? I hear steps out on the landing, and while I'm getting ready to join Jasper on the bed, Connor's happy face pops around the corner. What a smile that boy has. My steps falter as I take him in. What a vision.
Elvirina is facing the door, and when she sees him, she smiles, the first real, honest, happy smile of the evening. Not blushing, not coy, not sexy, just happy as all get out.
This girl will be the death of me. When you think she can't get any sexier, she just goes and is. Sexier, I mean. She has me blabbering to myself like a fool here, and even my inner monologue has hiccups.
Connor takes three strides into the room, reaches out for Elvirina, and pulls her in for a timid kiss. Holding her face gently, his eyes search hers, looking deeply, and he obviously finds what he is looking for. The smile he flashes her is like crack. I'll never get enough of it. Ever.
Next thing I know, Elvirina is flat on her back between Jasper and me, with Connor kissing her so passionately that my breath hitches. Jasper looks a bit grey around the edges, too, so I lean over the sexy couple to plant one on him, just to get him to snap out of it. He grabs my face with a moan, and I'm going under.
God, this man, this man is all I need, and I should be all Jasper needs in his life, too, honestly. But then there is this added rush of these parties. Of the Connors in the world. And, once in a while, the extreme pleasure of the company of a person like Elvirina. Why constrict your life, when you can truly have it all?
Elvirina is back in charge, and Connor is getting undressed by more hands than I can count, mine amongst them. She looks at the three of us with a warm smile and takes a moment to kiss each of us softly. Then she sits back with her shoudlers against the headboard and says in that damn sexy, commanding voice of hers:
"Get to it boys. I'm here for the show. You really don't want to let me down tonight. I want to see you, all of you, in you, with you, around you, and then I want to participate. Make me a part of what it is that you have going here. I crave it." She flattens her dress, and the silk just clings to her body like a whisper.
We look at each other, Connor and Jasper and I, and as I reach for Connor's face, Jasper is already kissing his way down my back. Fuck, this feels good.
~.~
Jasper
The three of us are on our knees before this vixen, ready to do her bidding, naked with each harden member begging for attention.
Sandwiched between Connor and myself is Peter. Connor kisses him deeply, his hands moving along his chest, reaching Peter's sensitive nipples and pinching. The exquisite mouth of Connor muffles his moans as my mouth kisses from Peter's shoulder blades down his toned back to his bite-able ass.
And bite I do.
Licking the bite mark, I make my way back up, one of my hands moving to rub the spot that I marked, the other joining Connor on the front to play with Peter's hairless chest. His pecks are twitching beneath the torture that we are putting him through.
His head falls back as we both take a hard nipple in our mouths, flicking, licking, and sucking to the sounds of Peter's pleasure. Moving across his chest, my mouth finds Connor's, his tongue thrusting as his hand dives into my blond curls and grabs. Holding my face to his, we devour each other, the passion just as strong as the last time his lips touched mine.
Peter's hands find their way to both of our heads, gripping our hair, rubbing and massaging. Moaning and falling further into this trio, my hands move, one to Peter's cock and the other to Connor's monster. Our kiss breaks, giving me the opportunity to add my mouth to the work that my hands are doing. I stroke up and down, eliciting sounds of bliss from the two men as my mouth moves from one to the other, my tongue memorizing their taste.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Elvirina flushed and panting; hopefully enjoying this show more than anything she has ever seen before. Her petite hands have exposed her breasts, and she is rubbing and tugging on her nipples.
My lips pop as Connor's cock leaves the warmth of my mouth.
"I believe we have a guest who needs our attention, boys," I suggest, crawling my way up the headboard, my hands finding her soft curls and bringing her warm and pouty lips to mine.
~.~
Connor
I love these parties. They are the only place where I can get really close to men without anyone suspecting what my preferences are. And the women who come here are usually uncomplicated enough, too, which makes for fun encounters and no fall-out later. Perfect.
Garrett always invites me, and when I meet people like Jasper and Peter, everything just becomes so much better than the usual cute guys. Of course, I know they are not out looking for anything steady, just a quick and mind-blowing encounter. Like I said: perfect.
But this girl? Although I am someone who is really not into girls, I must admit, she is special. She is sweet, dominating, soft in all the right places, and as tough as nails. Just wow. If I were ever to decide to stay on the het side of life, she's the kind of girl I'd like to have by my side. Or all around me, as it were.
Jasper is kissing her right now, and I know what that mouth can do. It looks a lot like it is doing it to Elvirina, too, right now. Well, I can do better. Jasper is good, but I am exceptional, and tonight I feel like a million bucks. Don't really know why, I just do, and last night I had a dream, and in it I met the sweetest man I have ever seen, all brown eyes and soft smiles. He is connected to Elvirina in some way, but I don't know how. All I know is I need to be connected to her. Now. Right now.
I reach for Jasper's neck, scratching my fingernails over his skin. Yeah, that usually gets his attention. His wide-eyed look turns me on in ways I don't even know how to explain, but still, I look past him and straight to her. Elvirina. My goal, my queen, my lady tonight.
"Do what you have to do, Jasper, just please get out of my way," I whisper to him. "I really need to get closer, pull her to me, taste her skin. Please, please, move, shift your weight, give me room to feel her. Please. Please, Jasper, I'm begging you. Move."
As Jasper shifts his attentions to Peter, he still looks at me over Peter's shoulder. His quizzical look, with one eyebrow raised, has me laughing out loud. When I turn around toward Elvirina, her question hits me in my solar plexus.
"What are you laughing about, boy? You need to get your mind back in the game. Your focus is all over the place. Concentrate!" Elvirina's voice is soft, but the words hard.
Much like me. So I get to work, just as my Queen asked me to.
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Jasper
The plea from Connor is like nothing I have ever heard from him before. The desperation in his voice sends the vision of him buried deep in Elvirina through my head.
If at all possible, my cock grows harder.
Peter's mouth attacks my neck as I watch Connor kiss Elvirina, his lips touching hers, a growl leaving him seconds before the kiss moves from tentative to aggressive, Connor devouring her.
His hands move to her shoulders, snaking around to the back. I imagine his capable hands unzipping her dress slowly, his fingers tracing her back. She is melting into his kiss, mews and whimpers escaping her, sending the sound into the mixture of the rhythm in the room.
"Peter," I quietly say, causing him to stop his sucking of my chest.
He looks up at me, and I nod to Connor and Elvirina. They are wrapped up in each other, their kiss one of pure passion. One hand is tangled in her hair, the other secure against her neck while her arms are wrapped around his torso, her fingers digging into his muscular back.
"I think he needs help getting her undressed," I suggest.
"Yes, indeed," Peter agrees.
The smirk on his face and the twinkle in his eye tell me that he intends on making this the most pleasurable torture for our vixen.
Our hands join their bodies, mine on Connor, rubbing and stimulating him even more. Peter moves to Elvirina, his mouth finding the sweetness on her exposed shoulder.
Ever so slowly, he kisses, pushing the offending material from her body, revealing the glorious smooth and soft skin. My hands move from Connor to her, back and forth between soft and hard.
"Yes," she moans, free from Connor's talented mouth as he descends to her newly exposed breasts.
The three of us work together, our mouths and hands roaming all over her body, mapping our journey to her hidden treasures.
~.~
Elvirina
I am floating, in bliss, in charge without being able to command a single thing. This is MY party, this is MY night, and these boys are at my beck and call. Only, I don't have even one single little "beck" left in me, nor do I have a "call." And who needs them? All I need is right here in my arms, on my chest, around my body.
I am at their mercy; I am their Queen. This game of chess is played with one Queen and three Kings, and I am winning. I am fucking winning big.
Not ever have I felt like this before; I am rushing, I feel high, but on good feelings and skin-deep stimulation, not drugs. Even though, I must admit, I could get hooked on this; I could get addicted. Actually, I think I am already.
These men are all over me; I don't know who is where, and honestly, I do not care. All I care about is that someone is making my breasts feel like never before. And someone else is caressing parts of me that I didn't know needed the sweetness—like the insides of elbows, the arches of feet, the backsides of knees—I am all sensation, and I feel sensational.
Suddenly my dress is gone; I see Peter's smiling eyes as he moves his mouth down my neck. Connor is right in my face, growling, sexy as fuck, and steel-blue eyes. Jasper? God only knows where Jasper is, but the feeling emanating from my thighs gives me an idea of just where he might be hiding.
Connor moans loudly, and I look up over his shoulder, where I see Jasper licking his way down Connor's back. Backside. Crack. And the shudder in Connor tells me Jasper reached his destination. It hits me like a bolt of lightning; just the thought makes me groan loudly. Peter leans in and whispers in my ear. "You like that, do you? Would you like me to explain what's going on behind Connor's back, sweetheart?"
All I can do is nod. Then I take a deep breath, and say, "Yes! Please. Tell me. Tell me what Jasper is doing. Please."
Peter chuckles softly and says, "Well, he's getting Connor ready. After licking him, he's now stretching him with lube and fingers. Connor's cock is a fraction of an inch from your pussy, and Jasper's cock is about three seconds from entering Connor." As he speaks, he swiftly sheathes both Jasper and Connor, throwing the discarded wrappings hurriedly over his shoulder.
I groan. I feel everything that Peter is saying. I grab his hand and ask him frantically, "And you? Where are you? Come here, please, please, come up here to me. Let me see. Taste. Love. Have. Suck. Please."
Peter's cock is in my face before I've even finished my plea, and as I take him in my mouth, I feel Connor entering me, at the same time as he is being entered by Jasper.
There is testosterone floating on the air in this room. And I control it all. It is all mine. When Jasper's voice comes through my haze, I hear him mumbling like a madman, "This is what it is all about. Live. Fuck. Live some more. Fuck even more. Boys. Girls. Who gives a damn. Feel that! Do you feel that? This is US." Every word is punctuated by a huge thrust into Connor. Who in turn thrusts into me.
And me? I take a huge piece of Peter right down to where it matters.
~.~
Jasper
The moment we are all joined in some way, all five senses are alive.
The smell of sex and lust fills the room, musky and sweet, intertwining to create a new perfume, causing my want to drive into Connor even more.
The taste of Connor is on my tongue, mixing with what remains from Elvirina's sweet kisses. I know what Elvirina is tasting right now; having Peter's cock in my mouth is one of my favorite things, salty drippings, the one-of-a-kind taste of his skin, a blend of love and lust.
A symphony of sounds fills the room. My hips meeting Connor's thighs, thrusting into his wet, tight heat while he thrusts into Elvirina, her wetness providing a natural lubricant for Connor's cock. The sounds of my lover's cock sliding in and out; Peter, sliding in and out of Elvirina's mouth, challenging her abilities, a slight choke when her nose touches his small and trim patch of hair.
Her moans are the tempo, driving each of us at her pleasure, pushing us to limits we only share in this room.
My hands roam, touching every part of Connor as my body leans forward and flattens against his, giving me reach to touch Elvirina. Her breasts are arching, reaching for my hands. I knead and grope, touching everywhere I can before pinching her nipples, pulling and receiving a wanton cry from her.
Our bodies are moving, Connor's back muscles touching my chest, rippling beneath me.
Peter's hands are touching her face, his fingers threaded in her hair as he fucks her mouth. Connor's hands join mine, lacing and working together as we touch her clit, separating again so that my touch rubs against Connor's cock as he continues to move in and out.
The sights are burned into my memory, this combination of all of us. Connor beneath me, his hair wet from sweat, his skin flush and slick. Peter's eyes closed, his head thrown back. My eyes travel down Peter's body, a moan escaping me as I watch his cock thrust erratically, his orgasm washing over him as he fills her mouth.
And finally, Elvirina, who is blissed out, on another plane of pleasure that only she can experience right now. She is greedy as Peter finishes, sucking and licking his softening cock as he slowly pulls out, her tongue licking her lips, savoring the proof of how she undid him.
Oh, how I know how she feels.
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Peter
I'm spent. This beautiful girl drew it all out. And as I'm leaning back against the headboard to watch these adorable people as they continue, I reflect on what this is and what it does to us.
A happy, open, and free woman is a truly magic being. And free, loving men are to die for. I love how everything that is soft and curvy on her is hard and lean planes of ripped muscle on him. I crave both. I crave the feeling I see in other men's eyes when I pull my shirt off, grabbing it from behind my neck and ripping it over my head, revealing my abs. I love that he wants me, that he gets hard just looking at me. It gets me hard just thinking about him seeing me. Watching me.
I love being a man. With a man or with a woman, I am always all man. Hard, focused, strong, and loving. I know that Connor has never been with a woman before; I can see it in his eyes. The wonder. The intense feelings he is getting, both from her and from Jasper. Without Jasper in the room, I don't think Connor would have dared to do this. But I can tell he's into it. He is so into her that he doesn't even know who he is anymore. That's okay.
That's a good place to be. A place where anything is possible. Any future is within his reach.
Jasper is getting closer to his release; I can see him struggling to hold back. There is so much emotion in the room right now. So I take charge. I direct. I tell them what to do; they need me right now.
"Jasper," I whisper, "pull out seconds before you come. I want you to spray Connors back with cum. We understand cum, women don't—not like we do. I want you to mark Connor as yours. Paint him with your cum."
I can see that Jasper understands what I'm saying, and Connor just groans and grinds deeper into Elvirina when he hears my words.
"Elvirina, sweetheart... Listen to me," I whisper. "Let go of all the things that have happened in your life, and just KNOW that you are loved." I smile into her brilliant eyes, and I love the one miniscule teardrop that gets stuck in one of her eyelashes. I see so much love there. Reflected. Magnified. What a beautiful creature she is. Truly.
"Connor, keep it up, just blow your load inside Elvirina. I want to see you explode. Come on, she wants to feel you, too." My hand encircles Connors jaw, and I pull his face up to my mouth for a searing kiss. He nods, frantically, and stutters, "I need Jasper... I need Jasper to mark me, brand me, paint me... Help him?"
I know exactly what he is asking for. We understand dick. We understand what cum does, what it means. He wants it all over his backside, he wants to feel the sticky strings all over his skin. It is something that makes us happy. Men do that to other men, and it means something.
Jasper's face is at the point that I know oh-so-well, so I tell him to pull out and rip off his condom. He complies, and as he leaves Connor's body, Connor moans in sorrow over the loss, tearing even harder into Elvirina. I can see he is falling hard right then, so I shove two fingers inside him, and twist them just so. The scream of ecstasy that leaves his throat makes me rock hard, once again. I grab Jasper's cock and jerk him hard.
Elvirina is screaming under Connor; as he pounds his release into her, she is in a bone-shattering climax that seems to roll over her in waves. Connor is in awe; he has never felt a woman do that under him, around him, and something changes in his eyes. An acceptance of all and everything. Nothing is black and white anymore. Love is love.
Jasper looks straight into my eyes, pleading, so with a few good strokes I bring him to join the party. Connor is still flexing and pumping as Jasper's cum lands all over his back, and when he feels it landing, he just moans and arcs his back into the feeling. His brain is in overload. He doesn't know who or what or where he is anymore. I love that we can do that to him.
I feel empowered. We have it all here. Male. Hot and hard. Sexy and sated. Female. Sweet and soft. Blissed out and beautiful.
What a night. Give me ten minutes, and then let's do it all again.
~.~
Jasper
Naked limbs covered in sweat and cum surround me. Fast heartbeats slowing as breathing returns to normal, sweet sighs for all the lovers, pleasure reached by all.
Elvirina is in the middle of us, in the comfort of Peter's arms on one side, and Connor on the other, while I spoon behind Connor. My fingers move, tracing over skin, the texture going from soft to firm.
When I land on soft, I start to explore more, my fingers finding her breasts, the pads of my finger tracing her swells, teasing her hardening peaks. My fingers continue to move, finding Peter's familiar arm, the muscles leading me along the trail of his firm arms to his chest where I tease his nipple, ghosting my finger and circling, his chest arching towards my touch, teasing but denying his need for me to pinch his nipples.
Moving back across our bodies, I find Elvirina's soft skin again, my fingers tracing along her sides.
Elvirina starts to giggle, and the three of us attack her with multiple hands running on her body, our need to tickle her increasing as her volume and laughter rises.
"Stop!" she cries, pleading to cease our actions.
"What's so damn funny?" I ask, leaning up and looking at her.
She is beautiful, glowing in her post-orgasmic haze, a light sheen of sweat covering her still flushed skin. "I'm so sticky," she says, a smile lighting up her face.
I look to Connor and Peter, hoping they are thinking the same thing that I am.
The private pool.
"We can take care of that. Come with us."
We untangle ourselves and stand up. Offering her my hand, she takes it and my lead, following me into the large bathroom to get robes, considerately supplied by our host.
She slips on a robe, and I sigh as her breasts are hidden from view. Securing the robe on her, I lean in and give her a quick kiss.
"Come on," I tell her, smiling as she gives me a curious look.
The four of us, in robes, leave the room and head down the hallway to the back stairwell. In a matter of moments we find ourselves exiting the house through French doors that lead to the private section of the beautiful garden in the back of the house.
A utopia of color fills our view, plants and flowers of all varieties, couches and hammocks giving an inviting feeling to the area.
I look at Elvirina who is taking in the landscaping, the smile never leaving her face. "Care for a swim?"
"There is a pool?"
"Just beyond those trees."
The mischievous glint in her eye returns, the one that was domineering in the bedroom when she ordered us around. She turns to the three of us and grins.
"Don't think you'll be needing those robes. Strip!"
As our robes are discarded, so is hers, leaving the four of us exposed and the air re-charged. She lets out a giggle, turns and starts to run to the pool, leaving the three of us to chase after her.
On the other side of the trees, we are greeted with the glow of the clear water of the small pool. Elvirina is already in it, floating on her back, her breasts cresting on the gentle waves.
"Gentlemen," I say to my other lovers. "Time to get wet."
~.~
Elvirina
This evening is shining. Brilliant. I am glowing. I can feel it. I'm not sure it is the water reflecting upon the trees around the pool giving off light. I have a feeling it is me, reflecting joy and light. I do believe I am sparkling. How very strange.
Men are funny animals. Beautiful, mysterious, and so much fun. I feel good here, the cool water washing over my skin, rinsing off the evidence of our lovemaking. Men like it, but perhaps women like it a little bit less? It's not that I dislike cum, it's just that it doesn't cause me to go cross-eyed at the very thought of it, you know?
Take Connor, just now? He was doing fine with me. But when Peter told Jasper to paint his back with cum, Connor exploded. It just fucked with his mind at the same time as he was fucking with my body. Mental implosion, physical explosion.
It was a wondrous thing to witness, truly. And I can see that he is watching me from over by the border of the pool right now. Like he doesn't know what to do. Let's see if I can help him.
I swim over, slow backstrokes without splashing, just forcing through the water. Seconds later I pull up and twirl around, looking him deep in the eyes. "Hey, there, handsome, are you all right?" I ask him, as I place a hand on his cheek.
"Oh, I am all over the place right now," he answers, "and it is all good. You are all good. This is all good. I have honestly never experienced anything like it." His sigh is happy, complete, his eyes shining brightly.
"Well, you and me both, baby," I answer him, "you and me both." His face is so close, and I pull him in slowly for a kiss, making sure that he's okay with it. Sometimes, what we do in the heat of the moment is okay, but later on, you need to make sure everyone is still on the same page. He smiles into my eyes, puts one hand on each of my cheeks, and then kisses me so softly I am almost in a swoon. What a man. What a gift.
Peter and Jasper are discussing important stuff right behind my back. Intensely. I can feel the heat coming off them, even through all that water. Suddenly, a strong arm encircles both Connor and me. Jasper. I shiver as he nudges my right ear and breathes out a suggestion. Connor latches on to the idea at once, and I find myself lifted up by strong arms and then set down on the side of the pool. Peter walks up behind me and carefully places a robe over my shoulders as I sit watching the two men in the water in front of me.
"We wouldn't want you to catch a cold, sitting out of the water like this," Peter says, as he sits down behind me and pulls me against his warm body. Jasper grabs hold of my knees and pulls me toward him a little bit, so that I am sitting right on the edge of the pool. Then he takes Connor's face in one hand, gives him a searing kiss, and tells him, "Now you are going to see what it is all about, man. What all the hype is. What makes men like me and Peter come back to the female side of life, again and again."
With those words, he spreads my legs and gives me one of his heart-melting grins, saying, "I'm going in, baby. Time to help Connor take off those training wheels, right?" As he lifts one of my legs and rests it on his shoulder, he invites Connor to do the same with the other. I am immobilized, sandwiched between the three of them.
Peter is slowly biting my ear and whispering very, very naughty things to me. I shiver, and he laughs happily. Then Jasper's lesson starts. I moan loudly as his finger slowly traces through everything that is alive in me and screaming for friction, bottom to top, one long pull, and then he turns to Connor with a smile.
"This here? This is where it all happens—but only as long as her head is being fucked too, okay? Can't have one without the other." He turns to me again. "Baby? Are you okay with me fingering you, while Connor gets to understand how this all works?" And without waiting for an answer, two fingers are already inside, searching. Yeah, because I am going to protest and say no, right? Wrong.
"You see, Connor, the clit is an interesting organ. It looks small and inconspicuous, just this little button here. But holy hell are you mistaken, as there is a whole little fair-ground attraction in there. You just can't see it all from the outside." And the pressure he gives with his curved fingers makes me scream out.
"Right there, on the opposite side of the clit, on the inside, that's where the rest of the action is," Jasper says, as Connor lays his tongue against me and pushes gently. God, that feels good, and I tell him so. He looks up at me, eyes shining, and licks me over and over again. He is actually moaning now, as he says, "God, this is good. I'm all for scents and wet and heat. And this? So sweet. So good. So..." As he keeps mumbling into me, the vibrations of his voice on my clit are almost killing me. I move into him, trying to get more, anything, more, give, need, more, now.
Connor keeps going, he gets it, and Jasper whispers more instructions so that we all can hear, "Never stop, when you get the right thing going, when you see it's working, don't stop, don't change pace, don't change rhythm, and don't you dare move away. Just keep going. Keep going or she'll kick your teeth in." Peter's rumbling laughter behind me is contagious, and I smile widely, a smile that is replaced with a gasp as Jasper suddenly changes whatever it is he's doing inside me and an orgasm shoots through me so fast that I don't even see it coming. But holy hell do I feel it. Yes, it's true, don't change. Until. Until. Right then.
Jasper looks at me and tells Connor, "Don't stop now, just ease up a little, but keep going. She won't come down from this high until we say so." Connor nods and keeps on licking, putting pressure, sublime pressure, right where it matters, and I shatter again, falling into little pieces, slumping back into Peter's strong arms.
Connor slows down and eases off of me, caressing the whole area around my pussy with his mouth, tongue, even his chin. He looks like he is enjoying himself, too. He backs up and looks at me, wonder in his eyes. I whisper breathlessly, "Thank you, Connor. You just rocked my whole world."
Jasper takes hold of Connor's face and kisses him wildly, moaning about the taste, the scent, and the awe he feels for this young man. Peter whispers in my ear, "Oh, there he goes again. I believe Connor is getting it again tonight. Jasper is quite turned on by watching a man do that to a woman." And then Peter pulls me up in his lap, away from the water, and turns me in his arms. "What are you and I going to do while they get it on in the water, sweetheart? How about we see if I fit in that pretty pussy of yours. What do you say? I know I want to, but how about you?"
There is only one answer, and Peter knows it. His eyes are shining with mirth, and in a second, he is sheathed in a condom and slowly lifting me up and placing me right where I need to be. Sitting on top of him, by the pool, I feel him enter me and the feeling goes on and on, like he fills me up completely. From far away, from another planet even, I hear Jasper and Connor, but all I can see is Peter, right in front of me, right around me, right inside me. He is all there is, and for a minute, I lose myself.
"Oh, sweet Elvirina, you feel so good," he whispers to me, "I love your heat, your fire, and your pussy. So much. So, so, so, much." As he speaks, he punctuates his words with wild, deep thrusts into me, and I bounce. I fucking bounce.
In no time at all, I am back on the edge, just a nudge away from falling, falling all over again, and Peter sees it. His strong hands grab me, and hold me up, as he pulls a nipple into his mouth and bites down, loosely, crashing into me. That does it. I'm flying again, and I can feel him coming with me. It's as if we are physically moving. Falling. Falling. Only the feeling of cool water against my skin makes me understand that we literally fell into the pool.
We come up for air, spurting water and laughing our hearts out, and the intense feeling of happy just permeates everything. Peter pulls me in for a huge bear-hug, and I disappear into his arms. Behind me, I feel Jasper and Connor join the hug, too. I am surrounded by good. Good feelings, good sex, good companionship, and most of all, good people.
Happy. Birthday. To. Me.
~.~
Garrett
It's good to be me. There, I said it, I admit that I am a lucky son-of-a-bitch.
And I have to admit that my parties are the best, fueling my ego at the moment.
People come, mingle, eat incredible food, drink a little, and more often than not, find a lover. Most of the people that I know, that I invite, need just a bit more in life; the 'vanilla' just doesn't cut it.
They may have love in their lives, they may have the two point five kids, a dog, and a house in the country. But they long for just a bit more; they need just a little something extra, that spice, that fire.
And I provide that.
In a safe environment.
With only those who are searching for the same thing.
This evening my house is filled with some of the most beautiful people I know. Everyone dressed to impress, skin showing on beautiful women, flowing hair that begs to be touched, men in stylish clothes, each one unique in size but always fine-looking.
Everyone looking for love, the physical kind, to find that connection that stimulates and fills the senses with pleasure, pushing orgasmic waves through our bodies until we fall to the floor sated.
I wander through the dwindling crowd, most of the guests having paired off and moved on to their intended activities, putting my house filled with many rooms to good use. The staff is busy cleaning up, gearing down before the night is over.
Moving to my private lounge, I head straight for my balcony that overlooks the private backyard, my eyes immediately focusing on the reflections of the water from the pool, the bodies in motion.
I am truly happy with this particular grouping this evening. Naked in my pool are two of my best friends, Jasper and Peter, accompanied by the ever-popular Connor and Elvirina.
Happy birthday, love!
She is in capable hands with the three of them, each giving her that something special, definitely a night to remember.
At the moment, the four of them are in an embrace in waist high water, sweet kisses being shared, hands roaming.
My own hands reach for my aching cock, my release on hold as I enjoy the pleasure of hosting. I palm my hardening length, applying a bit more pressure than I normally would.
But the scene that starts to unfold before me only spurs me on.
Peter and Connor have moved on their own, their mouths locked together, a kiss that I know from experience with both men is sweet and spicy. Peter's hands are running along Connor's muscular back, as Connor grips Peter's head, his fingers secure in his hair.
I moan knowing the feeling of those hands. My hands move to remove my clothes, no pretense to hold back what I intend to do as the lovers below pleasure one another again.
Once I am freed of my clothes, I grasp my cock and run my hand slowly up and down as I watch Peter and Connor devour each other; necks and licks and sucks accompany the moans filling the air around them, floating up to my balcony, bringing my desire to a fullness.
My eyes move to Elvirina and Jasper, who have moved to the chaise on the side of the pool.
The curve of the furniture gives the lovers a comfort and advantage in their position, the gentle wave welcoming them. Elvirina is on her stomach, her chest and head in the dip as her ass proudly sits in the air over the crest.
I can practically see Jasper drooling from here.
With a healthy dose of lube, I begin to stroke with a steady rhythm on my cock, my hand running up over the velvet head, spreading the pre-cum evident there. My other hand moves to my hairless balls, cupping before tugging slightly.
A groan escapes my mouth as Jasper stands behind Elvirina, finger fucking her, her cries of pleasure heavy in the atmosphere.
Beads of sweat start to form on my brow as I watch Jasper grab a foil square from the many bowls that litter the house tonight.
Sheathed in a condom, Jasper spears himself into Elvirina, a wail escaping her only to spur my own tempo, finding that pleasurable coiling.
Time is lost as I float my focus. Peter and Connor, leaning over the side of the pool, Connor buried deep as the water around them slaps and sends ripples throughout the pool. Jasper is working Elvirina's pussy, gripping her hips and pulling her back as he thrusts forward.
Moans, groans, and growls saturate the air as all of us reach our peaks. Hot cum sprays my stomach, my grip tightening to pull everything out of me that I have to offer.
Tender actions between the sets of lovers, breathing slowing, lips touching lips, and soft words spoken between them.
The need to be closer to the foursome, to find out more about their evening, sends me back into my lounge. After cleaning myself up, I grab my slacks and button-up shirt and slip them on. Leaving my shirt untucked and unbuttoned, I make my way through the house barefoot.
The wait staff has gone, the house empty except for the noises floating from a few of the bedrooms. A few overnight guests have always been welcome at my house. Soft light fills my path, the house resting after being so bright for the day.
I quietly nod to Edward, my head of security, as he remains silent by the front door, his station until I give him leave. He is the best of the best, discreet and honest, always protective of all my guests.
The warm night air feels fresher at ground level as I make my way outside. The grass is soft beneath my feet, cooler now that the night sky blankets all around us. The four lovers are in their robes, cuddled together on the large round sofa.
"Evening," I say, announcing my presence.
Smiles and sated bodies greet me.
"Garrett," Elvirina says quietly, nestled in between the three men.
"Not a bad way to spend your birthday."
"Most definitely not," she says, lifting herself up slightly and giving all three men a tender kiss.
Then she turns back to me, and says, "The best birthday ever. In all the ways that matter."
DCM A/N: Do these ladies know how to celebrate a birthday or what? *fans self* Make sure to leave some love and birthday wishes.
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