Siren's Garter: Issue One August 2016 (16 page)

Mandy held back. A moment
longer.

I pulled her into my
arms.

Right as Katie pulled my pants
down, along with my boxers.

I sprang to attention in a
semi-limp way.

The girl in my arms pulled at my
shirt. I helped her take it off all the way.

My wife’s warm lips nibbled on my
cock.

I kissed Mandy. Slow. A
taste.

A moan escaped from deep in her
throat. I could tell nobody had touched her in too long. I slid my
fingers up her side.

And cupped one breast.

She didn’t seem to mind one
bit.

The kissing became
needy.

Then desperate.

Katie swallowed me. Scrapping her
teeth along my shaft.

Bringing me closer to the edge
without going too far.

The two women each a different
rhythm.

One swallowed me whole and spat me
back out. Over and over.

The other danced along the surface.
Lips and tongue mingling, but not committing. Teasing without
entirely meaning to.

I leaned my backside against the
mattress. The dissonant rhythms passed through my body, down to the
core. A painful pleasure that unsettled as it soothed.

Mandy pushed away from me. She
panted. Eyes slitted, watching.

I grabbed her by the hair and
nudged the woman to her knees. She didn’t resist.

Katie offered her my cock. I had no
choice in the matter. My pleasure, and my orgasm, was out of my
control. At least I was familiar with my wife’s touch. The way she
licked, her patterns and preferences.

But this stranger was a wild
card.

My heart-rate skyrocketed. My brain
flooded with hormones. I twitched as Mandy wrapped her mouth around
me. She swallowed me to the hilt and gagged. Only needed a second
to catch her breath again and relax.

And then they played tennis with my
cock. One sucked the head, the other licked the balls. They took
turns. One after the other. Slurping, gagging, sighing.

Somewhere in that, Mandy took off
her shirt and bra. She took control. Not quite pushing Katie out of
the way, but taking longer and faster passes on me.

My wife sat back on her heels,
watching. She held my hand while her friend blew me. Mandy now used
both her mouth and one hand.

Up, down. Eyes closed.

Harder. More violent.

I was so close. I could feel it in
my balls, rising to the tip, even gushing a little.

I clutched Mandy’s wrist and
grabbed a fistful of her hair. I had to make her stop.

She almost didn’t. I pushed her
away. So close.

Mandy panted. Skin flushed, sweaty
at the temples. She squeezed one of my thighs. Her smile was too
cute for words.

I patted the mattress. “Question of
the night is, which one of you goes first?”

“
The guest, of course,” said
Katie, winking. Who the wink was for, I wasn’t entirely
sure.

“
Top or bottom?” I
said.

“
Bottom,” said Mandy. I motioned
for her to lay down. Instead she pressed her fingers into my
biceps. On her tip-toes, she kissed me. “You on the
bottom.”

“
Yes ma’am.”

I rolled over and laid on my back.
My body was wired, as if on a caffeine high but much, much better.
I shook at the knees and elbows in anticipation.

Mandy grabbed my cock in one fist
and straddled me. The motion was rough. She rubbed her clit for a
few seconds. I throbbed painfully. Came close to
begging.

Her pussy was already wet.
Glistening.

Finally Mandy impaled herself on
me. Katie was at my neck, kissing my collarbone and pinning one of
my arms down.

With my free hand, I clutched the
bedsheets tight.

Mandy started slow. Sliding up and
down. One finger on her clit. Pinching a pink nipple with the other
hand.

Then faster. Rougher. Bouncing.
Skin slapping on skin.

My wife’s kisses became more
intense. As if the women were working in tandem.

They were.

And I was a piece of meat. Ready to
blow.

But Mandy slowed down. Almost
stopping.

I moaned and writhed under her. I
bucked under her.

She didn’t respond. Just sat on me,
like a queen on top of a horse. Eyes slitted. Lips
parted.

Mandy pressed a hand to my stomach
and shoved her hips roughly against me. Downward. I stopped
bucking.

I had no control. She knew it
too.

She gyrated her hips. The pressure
on my cock increased.

Katie’s kisses went south, to my
nipples. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, as if to hold my head in
place. To make me look at this beautiful woman fucking me with no
mercy.

Mandy had me balls deep. I still
didn’t entirely believe what was happening.

The pounding increased. Her pussy
dripped all over my member. The smell of two pussies—similar but
distinct—filled my head.

Making me dizzy.

Faster yet. Mandy made desperate
animal noises.

Two hands on my chest now. Katie’s
lips and tongue found my ear lobes.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Faster.

The bed squeaked.

I felt it. The first glow just
above my balls.

“
Oh God. Oh fuck.
Fuck.”

I couldn’t hold back much
longer.

Mandy doubled her effort. Grinding
on me. Pumping me.

“
I’m gonna… Stop. Please.
Please.”

Mandy released me from her pussy
with a wet plop. Out of the hole, back into her hand.

She stroked me. Didn’t take
much.

I exploded in her touch. A jet of
semen sprayed her in the face.

The rest of it landed on my
stomach. Katie was nice enough to clean up after me with her
tongue.

All of us continued to make out,
but at a much slower pace. I kissed both women, passionately, and
played with both of their pussies.

Mandy passed out first. I followed
not longer after. I remember Katie being on my right, Mandy on the
left.

Close to noon the next day, I heard
the front door slam. Mandy was still in my arms, snoring. I dozed
off again.

Later, I awoke. Mandy had shifted,
and lightly played with my morning wood. I had no idea if she was
awake or not.

Piano music drifted from
downstairs.

GONE TO THE
DOGS

1

The man rounded the corner, like
clockwork. Every evening at seven o’clock, he walked his black pug
in front of Kacy’s bungalow, her little piece of heaven.

At first, she stared at him through
the sheer curtains of her front dining room window. He nearly
always wore cargo shorts, a plaid short sleeve shirt, tucked in of
course, and sandals. At least he didn’t wear socks. The way he
walked—strolled—through the subdivision, head slightly down, each
step the same stride, keeping pace with his old dog… that’s what
intrigued Kacy.

He was reasonably tall, sure. And
handsome in a rugged fashion. Not so dark, with mousy brown hair
and freckles. But he strolled as if he didn’t care what anyone
thought of his plaid shirt and pet pug.

After a week or so of staring at
him from inside like a creepster, Kacy made it a point to water her
bushes when he walked past.

As the summer grew hotter, she
switched from jeans to skimpy shorts and t-shirts to form fitting
tank tops. As her clothing choices got smaller, the more sideways
his glances at her became. He always smiled nicely with big bright
teeth, and said hello, but never glanced backwards when he walked
away.

Tonight, she wore a black and gold
bikini and flip-flops.

The humidity clung to her skin like
a gauzy fabric. She made sure to have her back to him, watering
hose in one hand, and screwed on the spray attachment. She bent
over to pull a weed from her bush.

Kacy blew a string of hair out of
her face, her breath minty fresh. She had brushed her teeth not
long ago.

The pug snorted and wheezed. Kacy
turned her head, and saw the man staring point blank at her
backside. He blushed enough to hide his freckles and picked up his
pace.

“
Hey, dude,” said Kacy.

“
Yes, neighbor?” he said. The pug
pulled at the leash, anxious to be going. And then flopped down on
the grass.

“
What do you think you’re gawking
at?”

“
I’m… sorry. I’ll just be
leaving.”

“
No. I want to know. What were you
staring at?”

He shrugged. “It’s nothing.
Sorry.”

“
Stop saying sorry or I’m going to
spray you.” Kacy lifted the hose, to make her point. She squeezed
the trigger once, a thin jet of water gushed out.

The man held up his free hand.
“Whoa. Truce?”

“
Tell me your name.”

“
To report me to the police? No
way.”

“
Maybe.” This time, Kacy shrugged.
“I just want to know your name. You’ve walked by here enough. Can’t
we be neighbors?”

“
Sure.”

“
Assuming we are neighbors. And
you’re not some creepy stalker and your van is parked around the
corner.”

“
Every stalker needs a sidekick,”
he pointed to his now snoring pug. “Mine happens to be old and
cranky.”

“
Cute dog,” said Kacy. “Mind if I
pet him.”

“
Her. Her name’s
Gertie.”

“
Hey there, Gertie.” Kacy knelt
down and stroked the pug’s grey and wrinkled forehead. The dog
opened her eyes, snorted, and raised her head. “Who’s a good
doggie?”

Gertie sniffed Kacy’s hand and laid
her head back down.

The man shifted his weight from
foot to foot. He looked everywhere but at Kacy. She wasn’t entirely
sure if his face was red from the heat, or for some other
reason.

“
So,” he said at last. “What’s
your name?”

“
Excuse me?” she said.

“
Just wanted to know your
name.”

“
I asked you first. Only
fair.”

“
I’m at a loss.”

“
Start talking,” Kacy held up the
hose and took aim. “Or things will get nasty.”

“
You just want to get me wet,” he
said.

“
Maybe.”

“
I’m sorry, but…”

Kacy squeezed the trigger to half
force and sprayed the guy in his chest. His plaid shirt turned a
darker blue in two seconds. Gertie raised her head, letting out a
grouchy bark.

“
Jesus, lady!” he said.

“
Is your name Jesus?” Kacy dropped
the watering hose aside.

“
No. But close.”

“
Joshua?”

“
Give the woman a
prize.”

“
I should spray you again for
being snarky.”

“
You’d like that.”

Kacy stood up. “Maybe.”

“
That your favorite
word?”

“
Maybe.”

“
We’re at an impasse.”

“
How so?”

“
Two choices,” said Joshua.
“Either I can walk away and never walk my dog down this street
again.”

Kacy didn’t like that choice. A
lump formed in her throat. She hoped she hadn’t pushed Joshua away
before getting to know him. She tossed the water hose aside and
held her hands out in mock surrender.

“
Option number two?” Kacy
said.

“
You invite me in for a nightcap,”
he said.

“
Oh. Uh…” She was thrown off
guard. This scenario hadn’t occurred to her when she daydreamed
about this guy.

Sure, she wore a bikini to get his
attention. Now she had it, Kacy wasn’t sure she wanted it. And what
if he really did have a van parked around the corner?

What if he was just a nice
guy?

“
Look,” Joshua said. “That was a
lame come on. I’m sorry.”

Kacy bent over, making sure he saw
the length of her thigh, and picked up the watering hose
again.

“
What did I say about the word
sorry?” she said.

“
Not to say it? Sorry.”

She sprayed him again. Lower this
time, at the stomach. Rivulets dripped from his shirt to his
shorts. He laughed. A hearty, good natured chuckled that started
from his diaphragm. Kacy clasped a hand over her mouth, stifling
her reaction, and ended up joining him anyway.

She told him her name.

“
Come on,” Kacy said. “I’ll hang
your shirt on my laundry line. So it’ll dry, of course.”