Between Boyfriends

Between Boyfriends by Reed Manning

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When Corrine broke up with Max, she made it through the emotional wreckage by reminding herself of a happy consequence of the event: She was single again. Much as she'd told herself otherwise for two years, she had longed for another dip into the “between guys” stage. If she kept to her traditional pattern, before the year was out she'd tumble into another committed relationship, but in the meantime, she was going to partake of the variety of life. “In other words,” declared her best friend Susan, “you want cock. A long one on Tuesday, a fat one on Friday, a really, really hard one on Saturday.” Susan had a way with words. Corrine appreciated it even if she couldn't be as crude herself. But it wasn't how many cocks she had or how often they found their way into her orifices, it was how well their owners used them. The quantity mattered only because it usually took a few candidates to find the necessary level of quality. Which was why the past six months had been so strange. Only the post-breakup phase went as expected. In those first few weeks, she'd trimmed off five pounds, bought some new outfits, and resumed flirting, assuming the aura of a woman on the make. She felt glorious, winsome—she was always beautiful, but nothing made her feel it so intensely as knowing she was “available"—and revitalized. By July, she accepted her first two dates, one with a studmuffin black belt from her karate class named Tom, the other with a sweet fellow she'd used to work with, named Rollie. 3

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Tom and Rollie. A good beginning, she'd thought, adding their names and addresses to her little book. Those had been the last two entries. Half a year later, it was still Tom and Rollie, or Rollie and Tom. No other lovers. And no need for others. They were each what she wanted, both sexually and otherwise. The right types, with the right equipment, and the right amount of experience. It had been a wonderful summer and autumn. Now the first snow had fallen. She was busy with holidays and settling into a new mood—that of nesting, of comfort, of declarations. Time to choose. “Can I have whichever one you dump?” Susan asked. It was a joke. Corrine and Susan never liked the same men; it was part of the glue that cemented their friendship. “Sure.” Susan's grin faded. “Have you even told them about the other?” “I try not to rub it in, but they know they don't have an exclusive. They've met, actually. They knew each other in college. Neither one has been a jealous asshole or anything ... though they've both agreed it's time for me to choose.” “I feel sorry for the loser,” Susan said. “Not an easy decision. How are you going to do it?” That much Corrine had finally determined. The next time she was with each, she was going to “step outside herself” and thoroughly evaluate how each guy made her feel. She'd resisted that sort of analysis in the past, hoping that random developments would help make the selection for her. Now the procrastinating would end. 4

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Friday night found her trembling as she patted herself dry after her shower. Earlier in the evening she'd attended her karate class, and gazed in admiration at Tom's deft, artful moves. He was due to be tested for another level of black belt soon and had buffed himself and his performance to a point worthy of founding his own club, which he was scheduled to do once he was awarded his new rank. She'd be among the students who would transfer to the new facility, she knew that. He had kissed her as they left the dojo, the dimples in his grin telling her how much he was looking forward to rendezvousing at her place as soon as he cleaned up, fed his pets, and drove over. She would wait for him naked, she decided. Still invigorated by the workout, she knew she'd have no patience for frills. Her nipples rose as she admired her bosom in the mirror and remembered Tom's enthusiastic mouth sucking the pink flesh at the crown of each bountiful globe until, reddened and doubled in size, it became so delightfully sensitive each tongue stroke made her writhe. The doorbell rang. Feeling warmth invade her snatch, she reached down and touched herself, murmuring as her fingers slid into her crevice without even trying to. A little bottle on her bathroom counter yielded a drop of strawberry-flavored “love” oil which she applied in a highly specific location. Then she was ready. More than ready. Tom's eyes widened, not in surprise, but in carnal glee as she answered the door au natural. He needed no urging to 5

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hurry in as she marched to the nearest chair, braced herself against its arms, and bent over, offering him access. Pausing only to open his fly, he thrust his already engorged cock into her pussy. She accommodated him easily, her enthusiastic secretions compensating for any challenge presented by the narrowness of her tunnel. He stripped as he plowed her, each dropped article of clothing wafting air onto the superheated skin of her legs and heightening the avalanche of sensory input. Joie de vivre was the phrase to describe Tom and his lovemaking. Full of life, youth, and energy. Already his pounding was knocking the workout tension from her buttocks, luring her to relax until it became an effort to keep her knees from buckling. Tom moistened a little finger with her juices and pressed it gently into her asshole. “I can feel myself inside you,” he whispered excitedly. The sensation of her perineum being massaged via both orifices set her off. Corrine came and came, squeezing first with sphincters, then with vaginal muscles, then letting it all peak in her clit. Her lower body guided the course of the orgasm, taking over so profoundly it no longer mattered if she had a cock in one hole, his finger in another, and part of her own hand manipulating her button. There, she thought as she regained her breath. Now I can focus. “Let's go to the bedroom,” she said. Before he could steal the initiative, she practically threw him down on the mattress and bent down over his groin. Her 6

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mouth enveloped his prick, hungrily taking it in as far as it would go. She tasted the strawberry oil she'd placed, not on her hood for him to lick, but along her inner labia so that she could slurp it off his handle after he had been inside her. It made her feel as though she'd doubly marked him, which made her hornier than ever. His dick was purple, saliva-drenched, and twitching by the time she lifted away. She crouched on her hands and knees while he took her doggie-style, like a bitch in heat—the animal comparison fueling the visceral, primal nature of their encounter. Tom gripped her by the hips and hammered her until her tits, hanging magnificently beneath her ribcage, frolicked in ten directions at once. She resisted the urge to stroke herself; she needed both hands to grip the bedding and steady herself. Well, she thought, he's scoring 100% so far. That opinion didn't change as he reduced her to a quivering mass of pleasure, ultimately pouring his massive ejaculation into her and, pausing only to wipe the sweat from his brow, continuing to pump her, whipping his own wad inside her to froth. He stopped only when she collapsed, laughing, and begged him for mercy. **** “The thing about Tom,” Corrine told Susan the next day, after they'd enumerated the fine points of his character and gotten down to the juicy part of the conversation, “is when he 7

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does me, I know I've been fucked.” She sighed again at the memory. “And Rollie doesn't make you feel like that?” queried Susan. “Well ... yes. But not in the same way.” Corrine held up her hands by her head, palms upward. “He's not so emphatic. He's ... an artist.” **** Rollie and she made love, not late at night after a hard session of exercise, but Sunday afternoon beneath the open skylight of his loft after a picnic on city lawns and a leisurely, romantic walk through the flower gardens past street musicians, children at play, and the scents of fresh bread and coffee drifting out of the parkside bakery. He draped her over his futon pad, lifted her sun dress as though uncovering a platter of carefully arranged desserts, and lowered his head to her crotch. His tongue wormed its way into the channels and soft protuberances of her labia. Farther down, his fingers stroked in such coordination with the activity above that it felt like two tongues ravishing her simultaneously. He used light, feathery strokes, rather than the assertive sucking Tom tended toward, seducing her to arousal rather than pulling her into it. Whereas Tom could make her come in two minutes, Rollie had a way of getting there that built slowly, but when it arrived, seemed to last forever. He'd already started her down the road, because she could sense moisture down there that hadn't originated in his mouth. Her cunt lips parted, letting his finger in, then a 8

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second one. He turned his hand until he touched her g spot, right there on the underside of her pubic bone that so few men seemed able to locate. His dedicated massaging at that juncture sent throbs radiating up to her clit and around to her butthole. As if he could detect those sensations, he followed them with his tongue, down her labia, along her inner thigh creases, and ultimately all the way to her rear opening, rimming the cleaned-and-scrubbed dimple until it grew pliable. Then he left it alone, as if to say, it's ready if you want more or deeper attention, inside or out, but the choice is yours. She was too delirious to express any preferences aloud. His mouth was concentrating on her clit now and each wave of tingles was casting her deeper into the ocean of pleasure. Teased to its fullest size, her button was just large enough that he was able to take it between his lips and suck upon it like a nipple. That gave her her first orgasm of the night, the g-spot massage causing it to be as deep and thorough as if she'd come with a cock inside her. Next they shifted to one of her favorite positions—her on top, fucking face-to-face. Climaxing in this configuration had the potential to throw her mind entirely out of her skull and into the upper reaches of the stratosphere, but she indulged in it fairly seldom. When she tried to rush it, she would end up so rigid from the gathering tension that she'd lock up just before the peak and be unable to keep humping—and that, naturally, would prevent the peak from occurring. She needed to take it slow and long, with a man she had confidence would 9

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stay thoroughly hard throughout the process, without shooting off. Rollie was that kind of man. It worked. She ground her twat against his lower shaft and his pubic bone, keeping his engorged head deep inside, and finally the tsunami rolled over her. She clenched her thighs around his hips, let her pussy shiver around the handle he had so graciously provided, and the heaves and puffs flowed from her lungs. Her body went slack. She pasted herself atop him, boobs pancaked against his chest, cooze drenching his organ, belly quivering against his taut, manly abdomen. She was almost in a dream state as he rolled her over and mounted her. First, he fucked her in the pussy, if only to give her a breather in which to return to reality. When that was accomplished, he withdrew and climbed up her torso to perch nimbly over her lower rib cage. He tucked his dick into her cleavage and she, finally capable of comprehension, squeezed her breasts together so that she fashioned a tunnel of flesh within which he could slide. And slide he did, back and forth, the bulb of his wang popping playfully into view with each thrust, growing larger and quivering more dynamically each time it appeared. He reached behind as his rhythm achieved a critical pace, hand finding anchor in the niche of her pussy. His fingers danced counterclockwise upon her clit, bringing her right back to the peak of orgasm. A white jet of cum spooled out of his tube, the big gush right in front of her eyes where it drove her to a frenzy of 10

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voyeuristic excitement. By the third outpouring she was climaxing in sync, a new shudder rocking her hips just as more wad splashed onto her neck. Corrine never wore jewelry, but the warm necklace was an exception she'd make any day—or night—of the week. “Now,” he said, when he'd caught his breath, “what shall we do for the big finale?” “I don't know,” she said, lovingly licking a pearly droplet off the tip of his cock. Could she possibly come again? “I'll leave it to your imagination.” **** “Six times altogether,” Corrine said. That was not counting his pair of orgasms. “Sure sounds like an artist,” Susan said when she heard the details—somewhat censored by Corrine's tendency to be demure about such things in public—they were having brunch at their favorite coffee shop uptown. “Would you believe he's an accountant? Guess he has to save all of his creativity for the, er, bedroom.” “You mean he has a respectable job, too? Honey, the choice should be eeeeeasy.” “Nope, it's not.” Corrine grimaced. “But...” “Yes?” Corrine's morose expression cleared. She held up both hands and crossed her fingers. “I have an idea.” **** Four hands touched her in the subdued light of the hotel room. The firm, strong grip belonged to Tom, who was holding onto her hips and thundering into her from behind, 11

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displaying not only his vigor but his impressive stamina. His thighs slapped against the back of her own with drum-beat rhythm, sweat flying away at every other impact. The other pair of hands belonged to Rollie, who cradled her head lovingly while she gave him head. Suddenly her mouth filled with salty outpourings of semen, making her feel utterly competent that she could make him come there with so little effort on her part. She knew he'd come again before this was over, after he'd lavished her tits and holes with his skilled tongue. For the first time, “between boyfriends” meant precisely that. There was only one problem. Suggesting this experiment was supposed to force the issue. She had figured one of them might say no, or otherwise reveal previously hidden intolerance or inhibitions, and give her new information that would allow her to solve her relationship dilemma, sort of like flipping a coin. Instead, they'd both said yes and were getting along fine, which didn't make it any simpler. How could she give up either guy when they were both so accommodating? When they both obviously wanted her so much they were willing to share, if they had to, to win her for themselves? As Tom's cock sank deeper into her, nudging her entire pelvis into submission, and Rollie's gave up supplementary tasty emissions of cum, she knew she was going to need more time. Yeah. A lot more time.

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