Room To Move

Room to Move Lena Austin All rights reserved.

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Room to Move Lena Austin Andre has finally come to the point where he can accept just a little more manlove from Dante, and Claudia’s late to arrive at the campout, but not too late to enjoy the cherry party.

Chapter One Dante came out of the tent and sat down next to his long time roommate and part-time lover, Andre. Dante’s nerves were on fire, and his stomach was in knots. He knew why they were here, alone in the woods, and it wasn’t just arriving a few days early to get a good spot for the medievalist tournament that weekend. Still, the next move had to be Andre’s. Dante pulled a long stick from the kindling pile and poked at the flames. “Tent’s all made up.” Andre, his lips pressed together so tightly his moustache was distorted, jerked his head in acknowledgement. He poured himself another mug of coffee from the pot suspended over the flames. He silently lifted the coffee pot toward Dante, and when he shook his head, Andre put it back on the hook. “I need to talk to you about something.” Dante’s heart leapt and beat a rapid tattoo. Was this the moment when his handsome dark-haired roommate finally confessed? Dante resolved to keep things light and casual, difficult as that might be. “Yeah? Sounds serious.” Dante picked bark off his bit of kindling. “Okay, shoot. We’re alone here. The next occupied campsite is down near the main gate. Guess we can talk freely.” Nobody’s around but us, unless you count a thousand crickets. Andre removed the wire-framed glasses he wore and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He drew a deep breath and sipped his coffee as if the caffeine would provide him with strength. “We’ve been living together and sharing Claudia for four years now.” Four and a half years, but Dante wasn’t about to quibble. “True.” Claudia, Andre’s wife, would join them in a day or two. The beautiful redhead, once a hairdresser to the stars, ran a cosmetology school. The school’s plumbing had developed a leak, and she insisted on overseeing the plumber personally.

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Andre slugged down the rest of his mug in one gulp. His hand shook when he put the mug upside down on a nearby rock to drain. Dante’s heart went out to him, knowing how hard it was to say the words that needed to be said. Andre opened and closed his mouth twice before he managed to speak again. His words fell haltingly from his lips. “In all those years, I’ve never touched you sexually. But… you’ve touched me plenty of times.” Dante wanted to reach out to him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, but held back. Instead, he needlessly poked at the fire again. He was the clown of their little trio, always providing the jokes, the airy tone, and keeping Andre from being too dour. This time, Dante didn’t know whether to keep his tone light, or become as serious as Andre was. Dante took the middle road and kept his tone truthful. “I like sucking your cock, Andre.” Andre’s mouth quirked up in a half-smile. “Obviously. But…” He choked on the next words and coughed to hide his fear. “But I never reciprocate. It… it’s not fair.” Now was time to be light-hearted. Dante waved a hand negligently. “Don’t worry about it. I get my rocks off.” “Yeah, alone in your room after we’re done satisfying Claudia. I’m not stupid, Dante. You prefer men, don’t you?” He seemed at a loss for a moment. “Do you envy her?” Dante swallowed his own fear. This was The Moment. The time when Dante had to speak the words Andre should hear. Maybe Andre was unsure he wanted Dante to say them, but honesty was always his policy. Did Dante want this? Yes. He’d dreamt about it four long, lonely years, and prayed this day would come. “If you’re asking if I’d love to take her place when you fuck her blind, yes.” “Does it hurt to be… you know?” Andre took another stick and jabbed at the fire like he was using his sword in the tourney, but didn’t look him in the eye. Dante tried not to laugh at the analogy even as he said it. “Only when the guy shoves his dick in like you just did the fire.” Dante ignored Andre’s surprised glance. Andre wasn’t completely homo stupid, just ignorant about what really went on

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between two men. “Remember, we don’t have natural lube like women. I use bottled lube, and my partner has to go very slowly until my body accepts the intrusion.” They both retreated into their own contemplations. Dante was a hedgehog of nerves. What if Andre had finally made the choice? Was it a mere obligation out of his need for fairness? Dante didn’t want a mercy fuck. Dante wanted Andre to fuck him like a two-buck whore because he wanted to. “Did you bring any lube?” Andre spoke very quietly in the hush. Even the night insects seemed to have shut up. “Yeah. I keep it with me for when you fight.” Dante reached for his water bottle and slugged the vodka he’d substituted for water. Dante had suspected Andre might ask for a previously unexplored sexual experience. Dante didn’t dare dream too much, and he’d brought the vodka as liquid fortification or, if he was wrong, solace. He permitted himself a lonely sigh. “I guess you wouldn’t know how worked up I get watching you swing a sword.” Dante blessed his sweater, covering his lap, because even the memory of Andre sweating and beating the hell out of his opponents made him half-hard. Without a word, Andre took Dante’s water bottle and drank deeply. Andre handed the bottle back to him with a smile. “I saw the empty vodka bottle in the trash and you stuffing this in your costume trunk. Kept my mouth shut, but I needed a shot too.” He shuddered for a moment when the vodka hit his stomach and kicked back to remind them both it was alcohol. “I get a hard-on watching you kick someone’s ass playing the barbarian Viking. Thank God for my helm on my lap.” Dante almost dropped the vodka from his suddenly nerveless fingers. His erection twitched a half-inch higher. He’d seen Andre sitting in his fur-covered camp chair a hundred times and never knew what was under that helm. What would Dante have done if he’d known? Dropped to his knees and begged him for a mouthful? No, but he’d have thought about it. “You… you do?” Andre stood, and his own hard-on tented his dark green sweater enough to be obvious. He sighed. “Yeah. Haven’t you noticed I’m more eager for a threesome during

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the tourneys? I’ve never had the balls to do anything in front of Claudia, but… well, we’re alone here. I’d like to find out what it’s like to fuck you.” He shivered for a moment, and Dante knew it wasn’t the non-existent breeze. “And… well, we’ll take it from there.” Dante wanted to hit his knees and suck him dry, but he’d be damned if the opportunity was wasted. Still, he couldn’t resist a small joke. Dante put down his water bottle and got out of the chair as casually as he could. “You know you just gave me the incentive to kick everyone’s ass in the tourney.” Andre smiled thinly and poured the waiting buckets of dirt and water over the fire. “Yeah, well, if this night goes the way you want, I’ll try to be a tourney champ, myself.” Dante didn’t remind him that if they both kicked everyone else’s asses, they’d end up fighting one another in the final round. Andre knew that as well as Dante did. “Um… may the best man win?” Andre snorted and folded his arms across his chest. “Get your blond ass in the tent and dig out that lube. Geez, do I have to spell it out for you?” Dante tossed his generous mane of hair over his shoulder and sauntered casually to the tent door, grateful they’d purchased the model with three areas the manufacturer generously termed rooms. “I’m not running like an eager little girl.” His pride demanded that retort. Just because he’d bottom for Andre didn’t mean Dante was a submissive. He dove inside before the pinecone Andre scooped off the kindling pile collided against the door flap. His room was the one on the left, and Dante knelt in front of his clothes chest. With shaking hands, he dug into the corner and pulled out the drawstring bag holding his lube and condoms. Dante closed the trunk and for the first time was unsure of what to do next. Incredibly, Andre followed him right into his room and stood at the edge of Dante’s air mattress. Call them sybarites, but none of them enjoyed sleeping on the hard

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ground. He bit his lip, but removed his sweater and threw it out into the main room of the tent. Not to be outdone in the courage department, Dante put the drawstring pouch with the lube on his sleeping bag and pulled off his own sweater. Dante was neater than Andre, and put his clothes on his camp chair. First one, then the other, they stripped down to bare ass naked as if upping the ante with every item they removed. Both of them shook like leaves, but determined to see this through like some sort of competition. Fear wasn’t doing Andre’s erection any good. The succulent flesh Dante knew very well was down to half-mast. Fortunately, Dante knew what to do. His mouth watered, and he dropped to his knees in front of Andre. “First, let’s go with the familiar.” Dante wasted no time in sucking all of him deeply down his throat. Andre fisted his hand in Dante’s hair, more out of need for support than any wish to control him. Andre had face fucked him plenty of times, but this night -- if Dante were lucky -- Dante wouldn’t get Andre’s load down his throat. “Yeah, oh, yeah. Good idea.” Tenderly, Dante used every skill he had to gently scrape his teeth on the underside of Andre’s shaft, just enough to add extra sensation. With every upstroke Dante increased the suction by the tiniest increments he could manage. Dante went off into his usual trance state, all about the cock. There was nothing for him but the tender flesh in his mouth, coaxing it to life. Time had no meaning. The job would take as long as it would take. An unknown amount of time later, Andre tugged on Dante’s hair with just enough force to get his attention. “Hey, wake up. If you keep going, you lose your chance.” Some perverse beast in Dante kept the suction at full force until Andre’s dick head came out of his mouth with an audible pop. That same impishness made Dante caress Andre’s ass, knowing how he liked to have his anus played with -- but never

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penetrated -- during foreplay. “Oh, no, can’t have that. I’m not going to be the one to chicken out.” Andre’s personal demon was that he couldn’t ignore a challenge. He had to win. Dante used the ploy often because Andre rarely resisted a bet. “Are you daring me?” Dante raised one eyebrow, but kept his poker face on. This was challenge and counter-challenge in a game of chicken. “You’re the one who’s never played this game before.” Dante refrained from yelling “Fresh meat!” That had too many negative connotations right now, but the implication was there, hanging like a red flag to Andre’s bull. For once, Andre didn’t immediately rise to the bait. His eyes twinkled merrily. “Oh, no you don’t, Blondie.” He gave Dante’s hair a little shake and then let go. “I’m not falling into your trap this time. It’s my cherry and my rules.” Holy shit. What was this? A new game with new rules? Okay, Dante had not taken many cherry men in his life. Sure, it was the dream of many gay men to make a supposedly straight man cave in, but it wasn’t his particular kink. Dante preferred men who knew what they were getting into. He stood so they’d be equals. That was the way Dante wanted this to go. For once, he wouldn’t manipulate Andre. “Okay, state your rules. As you say, it’s your party.” Andre stood almost nose-to-nose with him, even if Dante was an inch or two taller. Dante was acutely aware of Andre’s erection on his thigh. Andre’s chin went up a fraction of an inch so he could look Dante in the eye. “All these years, when we shared Claudia, it was all about her and me. Always you thought of us first, even if it meant jacking off in your room later. Isn’t it time you opened your normally loquacious mouth and said what you like?” Dante’s brain skittered to a halt, and he heard the gears in his head grind to a halt. His mouth went dry, but his erection hardened. Apparently, Dante’s subconscious or the independent brain in that little head loved the idea. For the first time in years,

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Dante spoke without thinking. “You mean, do I like my n-n-nipples played with?” Oh, geez. Had he just stammered? “You do, huh? See? You don’t have any problems when you stop being a Machiavellian SOB, do you? Stop thinking and just react.” Andre reached up and rolled Dante’s right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, just like he did with Claudia. “Like this?” A moan escaped his lips before Dante could bite it back. Electric sparks shot from his nipples throughout his entire body. His cock twitched and banged against Andre’s firm belly. Could Dante really let go and let someone else take the wheel? He vowed to try. “Yeah.” Still, Dante was used to reciprocating. Dante reached out to give Andre’s left nipple a tweak. Andre slapped his hand. “No touchy. I’m kind of enjoying having you at my mercy. I may be the one losing a cherry, but I’m going to make you squeal like a girl.” “Hah! I don’t squeal. I’m a quiet lay.” Dante couldn’t resist throwing out that challenge, but he obediently clasped his hands behind his back. “Do your worst.” With an evil smile, Andre attacked his left nipple with his mouth and tweaked the right. Perhaps he wasn’t an expert on dealing with the smaller male breast, but the imperfect suction was still erotic. Dante bit back a moan but couldn’t stop the tremble from his toes up. Andre’s warm mouth suckled one nipple while he played with the other between two fingers. Dante was impressed with Andre’s bravery in touching another man so intimately. His breathing hitched, but Dante pressed his lips together, determined to be quiet. His handsome lover chuckled warmly, and his hand released Dante’s nipple. Astonishingly, Andre’s index finger trailed with aching slowness down Dante’s stomach and circled his navel. Andre let go of his nipple and blew on it. “Someone is trembling like a virgin on her wedding night. Are you sure about this?”

Chapter Two The cool air on his nipple made Dante jump. Gods above and below, the man was driving him insane. If his cock filled any more, he’d faint with blood loss. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” Then, without warning, he did what Dante thought Andre would never do. He grabbed Dante’s shaft and tugged gently. The blood rushing from Dante’s brain pounded so much he almost missed Andre’s soft question. “Do I just lube up before I shove you over that round-topped chest?” Yes! Dante wanted to shout. Thank all the gods he had some sense left. Dante swallowed and got hold of himself. He had to protect them both, no matter how much he wanted Andre to ride him bareback. “Condom.” Oh, geez, his voice rasped and damn near squeaked. Dante cleared his throat. “Condom first. Then lube. On us both.” Calmly and logically, Andre pondered the pouch on the sleeping bag. “Makes sense. I assume you have some in the bag?” Instead of waiting for an answer, he reached down and rifled through the pouch himself. “Why don’t you throw a towel or something over the chest? Wouldn’t want you to get splinters.” He casually tore one of the foil packets open. Briefly, Dante considered sacrificing one of the faux furs he used to cover his camp chair to make it more medieval looking, but common sense won. He could wash a towel instead of paying a drycleaner to take care of his fur. So Dante put the fur over the rounded top for softness and then layered his large bath sheet over that. “There. Protected.” “So am I.” Andre handed him the bottle of Astro-Glide and crumpled up the used package of the condom decorating his cock. “Maybe you’d better apply this. This shit’s expensive, I hear. I’d hate to waste it.”

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In vain, Dante attempted to get his detached clinical mind to turn on, the one he used when taking care of patients as a medical companion. His hands shook as he dribbled a few drops of the concentrated lube over Andre’s latex-covered cock. Dante tried banter. “Yeah, costs an arm and a leg. Besides, I’ll need to save some for later. I know damn well you haven’t got that much moxie to finish me off after this is over.” Dante threw the lube on his chair. Andre tossed his pouch on the chair too. One extra condom lay on the bed, its bright blue packaging gleaming in the light. His smile turned wry. He took a deep breath. “You never know. I might.” Dante stopped dead, his lubed hand on its way to his ass and his jaw on its way to the dirt. For once, he had no answer. Hell, he had no words at all. His mind went completely blank, and all he could hear was his own blood pounding. With the wry smile still on his face, Andre hit Dante’s right shoulder. “Gotcha, didn’t I? Well? Are you going to lube yourself or stand there with your mouth catching flies all night?” Dante closed his mouth with an audible clack of his teeth and lubed his asshole generously. Maybe Dante overdid the lube job, but better safe than sorry. For a man-sex virgin, this man was too much in control. What the hell was Dante thinking? Okay, more to the point, Dante wasn’t thinking but rather reacting. When had Andre learned to keep him so off-balance? “You’re shocking the shit out of me, that’s all.” Andre turned him around by his shoulders and pushed Dante toward the prepared clothes chest. “In a minute I’ll be fucking the shit out of you if you shut the hell up and bend over that thing. I’ve been hanging around the Navy chiefs since I got that new job at the base as a civilian last year. Those manipulative sons of bitches make you look like an amateur.” Dante shut the hell up, bent over the chest, and shut his eyes. No matter how brave Andre acted, he’d probably take a minute to summon his courage enough to actually fuck his ass. God, how Dante wanted him to just do so, but Dante wasn’t that

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stupid. He’d wait patiently all night if he had to. He just wished he’d had more time to prepare. Again, his lover surprised him. Andre’s cock pressed right up to his ass and pushed in a tiny fraction, just enough to allow his anus to recognize the coming intrusion. “Like this?” A groan escaped Dante before he could stop the sound. “Yesss.” Dante chanted silently at his ass muscles to relax and let Andre in. “Stop when you feel the next sphincter muscle.” With aching slowness, Andre’s cock forced Dante’s ass to accept him. He stopped when he felt a barrier, waited until the muscle eased the tension, and pressed on. At one stop, he moaned softly. “Christ on a crutch, you’re tighter than a virgin. Is this the way it is?” Dante tried to look over his shoulder, but his damn hair fell into his eyes. His fingers developed a mind of their own and refused to release the hinges they clung to. Silently, Dante cursed at the heavy blond strands and threatened them with a buzz cut. “Yeah.” The time it took for Andre to get him opened up seemed to last an eternity, though Dante knew it had to be only a few minutes. Finally, Andre was buried in him up to the hilt and panting like a dog. “That’s as far as I can go.” Dante had never had to instruct a guy to fuck him before, and it was driving him out of his mind. How ironic was that? “Then fuck me. Slowly at first. You’ll know when you can go… er…” How the hell did you say how fast? “Balls to the walls?” Andre chuckled and took hold of Dante’s hips. “Okay, then. Damn, so far this feels far better than I thought it would.” He took the first slow, tentative stroke upward, then back down, and moaned again. Fucking a man is the opposite of fucking a woman, which Dante knew well as a bisexual. Women’s pressure came on the upstroke. Men’s asses resented the intrusion and squeezed when you entered. The anus provides constant pressure, unlike the pulsing of a woman. Just one of the many differences, but an important one.

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Dante let him get a few thrusts in and bit his lip against any sound, despite the pure pleasure that made him want to groan and give Andre words of encouragement. His fingers bit into the hinges of the chest, and Dante hung on to his sanity by a bare thread. Andre was fucking him after all these years, and the thrill made the physical sensations double in value. Dante ground his achingly full cock against the towelcovered furs and wondered briefly if he’d come all over the towel. Andre’s suggestion he might finish Dante off was nearly enough to make him do so. Dante focused on what they were doing, and even the sounds of the crickets in the night outside the tent faded. Andre’s reverent “Shit…” was unexpected. Then he increased the speed of his thrusts. Damn if he wasn’t actually enjoying himself. Andre sometimes cursed like the former sailor they both were when he was truly into the sex. Dante didn’t anticipate the next sound.

A familiar thump signaled Claudia’s pink duffel hitting the floor, and a feminine

voice gasped, “Holy fucking crap!” Claudia had arrived early. Claudia, who was never early.

Chapter Three Dante tried again to look over his shoulder, but his damn hair was in his eyes. Still, he knew who was there. Caught. He flushed like a schoolgirl caught with her hands down her panties. Andre stopped dead, buried up to the hilt in Dante’s ass. “Um. Hi, Dee.” Only Andre got away with calling her that. “Well, happy birthday to me!” So her birthday wasn’t for a couple months yet. They knew what she meant. She was happy to see them getting it on like they were. Her purse and keys jingled when they hit the floor. “Don’t let me stop you. In fact, I insist you continue.” Her clothing rustled and a yellow sundress hit the wall of the tent. A pair of matching panties and a bra followed the same flight path with equal force. Both of them remained frozen like flies in amber. Claudia flopped down naked on Dante’s sleeping bag, her red hair spilling all over his pillow. She grinned like a kid anticipating a present. She crooked a finger at them. “Better yet, why don’t you boys move onto this much more comfy bed? Dante can stick his cock down my throat while you continue.” Andre cleared his throat. “You don’t mind?” Dante kept his mouth shut. He knew and understood her wish to join in. In fact, his cock ached so badly he’d have stuck it down a tree knothole. Her mouth was an infinitely better solution than messing up his towel, and his cock twitched with anticipation. “Not in the slightest! I just want to join in the fun, if you let me.” She paused, and looked hesitant. “Unless you’d rather go it alone. I could go dig out my vibrator.”

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Inexplicably, Andre laughed and pulled out of Dante’s ass. “Let me guess. The sight of us both fighting makes you horny, so you brought your vibrator for some fast relief while we are unawares during the tourney?” She nodded. “Yuppers. You two have a long time between bouts. Once I make sure you both have water and are resting, I sneak back here on the pretext of heading toward the port-a-potties.” She sat up, picked up the spare condom and expertly opened it. “Guess you’ll need a new one of these. The gay guys at work often say they need a new one every time they change position.” Dante got up from his rather undignified position over the chest and brushed his hair out of his face. A convenient hair tie over the knob of his camp chair gave him an opportunity to put his hair up out of his eyes. He’d be damned if he missed the chance to see Andre’s face when he -- hopefully -- came in his ass, but Dante resigned himself to spanking the monkey under the towel later. Dammit. Dante was sure Andre wouldn’t finish him off as promised with Claudia watching. That was too much to ask, but he’d waited this long. “Gimme that.” Andre took the new condom from Claudia and quietly slipped out to deposit the old one in the trash bag they kept behind the tent out of sight. Dante bit his lip for a moment more. This one woman stirred him like no other, especially when she lay naked and exposed, ready to take his cock into her mouth and merely provide extra stimulus to Andre’s attentions. Irresistible. “You okay with this, Claudia?” Her eyes twinkled in the dim light. “More than okay, dimwit. I love the idea. Now get down here.” She tapped the side of her mouth with one perfectly manicured nail. Andre returned, his new condom already in place. “Wait a minute.” He grabbed Claudia’s ankles and hauled her bodily down the bed. “There. Now there’s room to move for Dante and I, bed hog.” Before she could protest, Dante swept her hair out of the way and stuffed the pillow under her head again. Otherwise, she’d never reach his cock without discomfort.

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Dante knelt with both his knees just above her ears, his hands near her hips in the basic sixty-nine position, and presented his cock to her. “Do you want to play, or argue?” “She’d better want to play,” Andre mock-growled from behind him. His finger caressed Dante’s ass with more of the ice-cold lube, and he chuckled when Dante jumped and shivered. Claudia forestalled any further comment from him by wrapping her lips around his engorged and over sensitive cock and sucking him down like an expert. Her mouth was so hot and wet, Dante was faced with the dichotomy of both relief and more need to come than before. Dante gasped, unwilling to beg, and Andre increased his delicious torment by penetrating his already willing ass where his hard cock caressed his prostate. For the first time in his life, Dante wondered if he might actually squeal. His back arched down, simultaneously almost choking Claudia and presenting more of his ass for Andre to fuck. Dante was in sensation heaven. Andre’s cock slid in, past the sphincters as if they were mere gossamer barriers. He grunted in the back of his throat, and his hands grasped Dante’s hips. “How do I pound the hell out of you without choking Dee?” Claudia moved her head to one side and took a deep breath through her nose. Dante took her “mmph” as agreement to the question. Understandable. She’d always been the one in the middle, if someone was going to get fucked. Her right hand reached up and grabbed hold of the base of his shaft so she’d have some control. Gagging would definitely spoil the cherry party. “Let me move. Stay still. Back out a little, Andre.” Dante didn’t want to talk. He simply wanted to feel. However, Dante had to be the piston, doing the motion, or Claudia would be smothered. Andre backed out, slowly. “To here?” For an answer, Dante pulled away from Claudia’s mouth, which perforce made him ride up Andre’s cock. Dante fought to keep from going mindless with pleasure at the dual sensation of suction on his cock and his ass filling. “Like this.”

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After a few strokes and a few mistakes, everyone caught on to the rhythm and worked like a well-tuned machine. Once they had the moves down, Dante bent his head between Claudia’s legs and gave her red pubic curls a chin caress as a silent signal to spread her thighs. Claudia hummed agreement, sending vibrations up his shaft. She put her feet on the mattress and lifted her hips to give him easy access to her clit. The little purple gem had already popped out of its hiding spot, proving how much she enjoyed their new positions. Andre kept his grip on Dante’s hips. With his knees undoubtedly near the edge of the mattress, Andre needed the extra support. “Yes, Dante. Eat Dee out. Make her scream, too, while I make you squeal. Suck on that tiny clit.” Dante obeyed willingly. He’d enjoyed the taste of Claudia’s sodden cunt before, but Dante knew Andre was better at eating pussy than he was. Still, Dante couldn’t resist one small manipulation for her sake. “Tell me what to do, Andre. Let Claudia hear you order me to please her.” The pussy beneath his nose burst with new moisture. Dante assumed that meant Claudia was turned on by the idea. Dante was. A new burst of strawberry flavor laced up his tongue. Claudia had put a piece of hard candy in her pussy and had allowed it to melt! She must have been holding that candy inside since she’d left the school. Sneaky. Maybe Dante did get off just a little bit from being ordered around by the man he loved so desperately while they both pleasured the woman they loved and shared. Problem was, Dante was inches from an orgasm. Something had to give, and soon. Andre’s breathing quickened, and he began to meet Dante’s upward movements onto his cock with tiny thrusts of his own. He was close to orgasm, but Dante didn’t dare risk turning away from Claudia’s clit. Besides, Dante loved strawberry. “Lick her, Dante. Lick Dee. Make her scream. Fuck her cunt with your tongue.” Claudia again turned her head, leaving just the tip of his cock at the corner of her mouth. “Shaddup, potty mouth. Come for us. Come for us both.” Her arm moved.

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Dante couldn’t see what she did from his position, but her soft arm brushed his thigh. Dante assumed she had reached for Andre’s balls to fondle. Andre yelped and slammed into Dante so hard Dante was grateful his cock was no longer in Claudia’s mouth or he might have tickled her navel from the inside. “Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Don’t stop, Dee! For chrissake, don’t stop!” Every inch of Dante’s insides vibrated from the force of Andre’s orgasm. Each successive pump delivered more. One small sane portion of his body retained enough sense to transfer every thrust Andre made onto Claudia’s clit. But Dante restrained himself from a moan of disappointment. He’d not come, once again. Dante kept his sigh purely internal, and resigned himself to a walk in the woods and a hand towel as soon as they got Claudia off. Damn. As sweet as Claudia was to fuck, it just wasn’t the same, and Dante had no hope that Andre would help him get off like he’d promised if his wife watched. Her pleasure came first and foremost in his mind. Andre removed himself gently from Dante’s ass. Without a word, he got up and left the tent, moving silently out into the night. Dante was so shocked by his rudeness, he stopped his work on Claudia and stared at the tent flap, still moving from the speed of Andre’s exit. His cock started to deflate, he was so disappointed. Even Claudia lifted her head and peered out from under Dante’s stomach, openmouthed with shock. “Whoops. Did I do something wrong?” Dante didn’t know how to answer. The most logical explanation was that Andre had enjoyed himself and yet was embarrassed to have done so. Now his wife knew, and that would be a doubly hard blow to his ego. Dante braced himself for the inevitable cold shoulder in the weeks to follow. Still, Claudia deserved heart’s ease, and Dante whispered to her hastily. “No, I don’t think you did anything wrong, Claudia. I did.” Andre strode back into the tent, and his smile was dazzling. He brushed his hands together. “There. Condom disposed. Why the long faces?” He shook his head at

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them both. “Geez, do I have to order you two around all night? Dee, get on your hands and knees. Dante, fuck her. I’m spent, so I’ll take over the pussy licking.” Claudia and Dante vacated the bed with their mouths still hanging open in surprise. They stood together at a loss, looking at each other from each end of the mattress. Andre flung himself down on the mattress and put the pillow under his head. He tapped the side of his moustache and grinned at Claudia. “C’mon, baby. Don’t you want a moustache ride?” His wheedling tone had the desired effect on Claudia. She blinked twice before crawling over to sit on his face with her back to him. She gave a soft sigh of pleasure and leaned forward. “I did wonder if you forgot us.” Forgot was not the word Dante would have chosen, but it was more diplomatic. Dante was completely nonplussed and hesitated until Andre waved him forward. Dante knelt on the mattress and wondered if he was still hard enough to enter her. Andre’s hand reached around and touched Dante’s knee. His voice, muffled from its proximity to feminine flesh, still came through loud and clear. “Hell, no. I’ve a promise to keep.” The touch became a caress. Joy lit up Dante’s heart and heated up his cock. Andre had not forgotten that implied oath that Dante would not find himself whacking off in the woods later. Further, his comment inspired hope Andre would actually take a direct action. The rest of him might have been in shock, but Dante’s cock took the hope and stood at full attention. In the meantime, Dante had Claudia to fuck. The thought struck him as Dante entered her that his cock might be tastier to Andre if it was covered in Claudia’s strawberry flavored juices. With the properties of a heat-seeking missile, his dick homed in on its target without his conscious participation. Flesh met willing female flesh, and Dante entered Claudia with ease. This they’d done at least once a week, acting like a monogamous trio. Always before, Claudia’s pleasure was paramount, and Dante saw no reason to change policy in mid-play.

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She tightened around him and shuddered from her toes up. She was pretty worked up, and getting fucked and eaten simultaneously was her favorite. “Oh, yes. Make me come, guys. I can’t stand too much more excitement.” Andre noisily went to work. He knew from long experience she got off on hearing him lick and suck her as much as feeling it. His hum of pleasure had more than a little of his own enjoyment in the notes. Dante’s cock was just happy to have the prospect of relief. Inside her hot, wet, and slightly sticky tunnel was plenty enough to keep it happy. Dante thrust in, content to please himself and the woman he loved, with hope singing in his heart. What did Dante hope for? He had no clue and no further expectations. He’d been surprised too many times in the course of the past few hours to guess. Claudia matched him stroke for stroke, begging him with her body to pound her like a jackhammer. She stilled for a moment, then shrieked her orgasm, every inch of her channel tightening like a vise and releasing in waves. Standard procedure meant Andre’s work was done. Claudia became super sensitive immediately, and further clit licks were close to painful. However, he didn’t stop. Dante continued, banging into her full force. He would keep her coming until either he came or she pulled away. Incredibly, her thighs spread wider instead of her moving forward until she removed herself from his cock. Her head bent down, and now her hair covered her face in a curtain of red curls. Her cries went up another octave and she came again, and again. Andre slid an inch or two upward, lifted his head and stuck his tongue right where Dante was fucking her, and licked them both simultaneously. Every time Dante thrust in or out, that rasping tongue was there to do its magic. If that weren’t enough to drive him over the edge, Andre’s hand snuck up and lightly cupped his balls even as they rose for his own orgasm. His conscious mind clicked offline, and his body took over for an orgasm of monumental proportions.

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Now Dante understood the term “screaming orgasm.” A howl of overwhelming emotion and pleasure ripped from his throat. Later, he’d be grateful the other campers were half a mile down the road and no ranger heard them. The way Claudia and Dante howled and shrieked, they might have assumed a bear was fucking a wildcat. How long they came, Dante couldn’t have guessed. An eternity was probably close, by his estimate. Claudia fell away first, managing to roll simultaneously until she landed on her back with one leg still draped over Andre’s chest. She croaked a barely audible chant into the sleeping bag. “Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God.” Dante couldn’t have agreed more, but Dante was too busy trying to convince his heart to start again. He knelt precisely where she’d left him, with Andre’s face still nestled under his cock. His lover, and Dante could truly call him that now, got a wicked smile on his face and nipped gently where Dante’s shaft met his balls. One of Andre’s fingers tickled under Dante’s balls before his hand fell away. Dante bit off the shriek. He did not call the small, high-pitched squeak he made anything resembling the sound that would win Andre his bet. Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, bud. Shaddup. Dante intended to deny it to his dying day. The bastard had the nerve to chuckle triumphantly and roll away from both of them. “Be right back. I’ll bring us some wine, unless you two can manage to crawl to the fire?” “Be there in a minute.” Dante promised himself he’d wipe that smile off Andre’s face in the tourney, if it took his last ounce of willpower. Assuming, of course, Dante survived the night. Shaking and fighting weak knees, he stood and dressed. Claudia called after him. “Same here!” She accepted Dante’s hand and pulled on her clothes on wobbly legs. “We’ll show him, won’t we, Dante?” Andre handed them both a goblet and indicated the two waiting chairs. He’d had plenty of time to put Claudia’s in her usual place between them. He waited until they were settled and sipping. “I enjoyed that. Especially listening to Dante squeal like a girl.”

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Who was manipulating whom? Dante saw the trap and stepped up to the bait anyway. “I did not! We’ll see who screams like a girl at the tourney.” Claudia chuckled but kept her gaze locked on the contents of her wineglass. Andre saluted Dante with his wine, his smile confident and satiated. “May the best man win. Again.”

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