Going Too Far (19 page)

‘Because I didn’t get him.’

‘Oh.’

Just when I was thinking how predictable men were, he dropped this bombshell. Can you believe it? How many men do you know who would turn down a chance like that? Maybe Red was more of a puritan than he appeared from his willing participation in sex as performance art. Must be that Scandinavian blood.

‘Sorry to disappoint you.’

There was an edge to his voice. I shrugged. ‘It doesn’t matter to me. The main thing is, you enjoyed it?’

‘That put me off a bit. I felt like I wasn’t enough. Anyway I pushed three fingers up inside her, thumbed her button and she came and so did I. The next night I told her she was an insatiable little slut who wanted it both ways, and gave her my torch.’

He was avoiding my eyes. No wonder.

‘So Robbie had been telling you about what he did with Tasha and you copied it?’

‘Too right. It did the trick.’ He looked up at me, slightly defensive. ‘We don’t have to share everything, OK? Just because we share you doesn’t mean to say I want to give him a go at every other girl I screw.’

‘You don’t
share
me, Red. We have a relationship where we all play our part. I’m not a toy you pass around.’

‘Sorry, wrong choice of words. I just get a bit pissed off sometimes. My part in our relationship is just to provide the cock and the finger. The rest of me might as well not exist.’

What could I say? Only the day before I’d felt the same thing. Red had noticed that Robbie and I were connecting mentally and he was jealous. I felt a pang of guilt, not only towards Red but also on the part of poor old Becky, who’d made a generous offer only to be punished on my behalf, not that she would have noticed.

No wonder I had felt left out; Red had feared he was being excluded and so he had pulled Robbie in closer to leave me in the cold.

I hugged him. ‘I don’t want you to feel like that. But if you and Robbie changed over – well, that doesn’t seem right, does it? Him fucking me and you watching?’

‘No,’ he admitted. ‘I guess I’ve been a bit stupid.’

‘Not really. I don’t want to come between you and Robbie, though. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t book into a hostel and we can just meet up during the day if you like.’

He moulded his hands round the cheeks of my arse and pulled me towards him. I felt him hard against me.

‘I don’t want to stop having sex with you. Unless you do.’

I looked up at his blue eyes. They were happy again though just a bit anxious that I’d turn him down. I shook my head.

‘You’re kidding. Why don’t we go back to the tent right now for a quickie? We’ll probably beat Robbie back here anyway, and if not he’ll hang on for us.’

The campsite was deserted, which was just as well as it would have been obvious what we were going back in the tent for. As soon as he had finished zipping up the tent door I unzipped him, pulling his jeans and shorts down just far enough. After some preliminary tongue play I stripped down to my bra and mounted him.

Sometimes an efficient, functional quickie is even more satisfying than a long session of hazy eroticism. I rode him hard, with concentration, and when his stomach muscles started to quiver I started to finger myself and, taking a leaf out of Tasha’s book, added a few verbal encouragements, though in a more succinct Anglo-Saxon vein. Well, if he could copy Robbie’s technique, I saw no reason why I shouldn’t copy hers. Frankly, as far as sex is concerned, as long as all participants are happy with it, the end justifies the means.

Red’s orgasm followed mine by a split second and I relaxed my full weight on top of him. It was only the second time we’d fucked without Robbie there, and it was quite nice for a change, though like any performer I guess I missed the appreciation of the audience.

I
know
I’d seen the pictures of the snow-capped volcano. I
know
some sort of equipment was mentioned when we booked the trip. But for God’s sake, this was summer. I was astounded to be climbing up a long, steep, snow-covered mountain, the sort of slope that should only be ascended by chairlift and only ever skied down. But not as astounded as when I lost my footing on the way down, felt my ice axe fly out of my hand and found myself rolling over and over in the snow towards what would appear to be certain death.

My life just isn’t full of drama, though, and I don’t expect my death to be either. I slithered to a halt, unharmed, and sat there watching Red and Robbie running down the snow towards me.

‘You looked comical doing that,’ I told them as they lifted me up.

‘Not as comical as you did,’ said Robbie. He tried to make his voice normal but it was shaky and his face had gone pale under his tan. Red held me and brushed the snow from my back without a word. They’d both been worried, and they both clearly cared about me. Although we hadn’t seen any flames and the crater had smelled of rotten eggs, it had been worth the trip.

We had a great week wandering around the Chilean Lake District, camping by the shores of azure lakes, walking through meadows full of spring flowers and exciting each other verbally as well as manually. I made sure Red didn’t feel excluded and we grew closer than ever.

Finally I got round to asking Robbie how he managed without sex, apart from what he’d got from Tasha. He laughed.

‘You obviously haven’t noticed how long I take going off for a pee before turning in,’ he said mockingly. ‘After that first night in the tent I knew I’d be busting my balls if I didn’t get some relief, so I jerked off before bed. It doesn’t mean to say that I don’t get hard again once I start watching you, but it means at least it can subside reasonably easily.’

‘So how do you make sure you’re ready for a wank?’ I asked.

He gave me a sideways look. ‘I’m usually sitting next to you or opposite you all evening. All I have to do is start thinking about watching you later and I’m ready for anything.’

A thrill went through me. But Robbie was going to have to stay in his current rôle until Red decided he wanted to hand over to the understudy.

It was nearly time to travel to Puerto Montt to meet up with Carlos. We spent the last day together in a pretty little German-style town, where we gorged on terrific cakes and tarts in a teashop playing Christmas carols before going back to our guesthouse, a treat for the last night. Our room was up in the attic, dominated by a huge brass bed bang in the middle, which straightaway sold it to me. A small single bed was tucked under the sloping roof and every inch of the old-fashioned dressing table and tallboy was covered by flowery china ornaments.

At first the landlady had looked slightly suspiciously at a mixed-sex threesome so Red told her we were brothers and sister, and I guess with our communal blondness and height we looked the part.

We flopped on to the beds, our bodies heavy and lazy with cake. The brass glinted in the sun flooding through the dormer window and lying on my back I reached my hands up to grasp the rail. From the other bed Robbie smiled.

‘I think I should tie your hands there. I don’t see why Señor Garcia should be the only one to have the pleasure of restraining you.’

I shivered. There wasn’t any logical reason, of course not, but I didn’t want it. My relationship with the guys was different and I wanted it to stay that way.

‘You can’t tie your sister down and have your brother fuck her, mate. It’s not legal.’

Robbie and I laughed at Red’s get-out.

‘Imagine if she came up with a cup of tea for us and found us screwing while Robbie watched. Jesus, she’d probably have a heart attack.’ Red grinned mischievously. ‘Talking of brothers and sister, did you ever play doctors and nurses?’

‘Did I? How do you think I got launched in my brilliant career as a sex kitten?’

‘So lie still, Miss van Bon, while Doctor Sullivan and I prepare you for examination.’

At the same time as I realised that Red had practically invited Robbie to put his hands all over me, it occurred to me that as we were outside the normal routine Robbie hadn’t had his night-time pee. Or wank.

Red started with my socks and worked up to my trousers and pulled them off me, while Robbie started with my sweatshirt and then removed my T-shirt. His hands grazed my breasts as he pulled it over my head. I was only wearing a thin crop top and my nipples responded straight away.

‘I think our patient’s got a slight swelling here,’ he said, fondling one erect nipple. ‘And on the other side too. You investigate, doctor.’

I watched their two hands, both large, both tanned, as they teased my nipples into tingling points of longing.

‘It’s actually further down I have the problem,’ I put in. ‘I think it must be some sort of inflammation.’

‘Let’s have a look.’

Red pulled off my knickers slowly and then parted my thighs. ‘It’s a shame we haven’t got stirrups for your legs; we’ll just have to hold them up.’

Robbie took his cue and they each held one of my thighs up and wide apart and took turns gazing intently at my slit.

‘That’s a decidedly abnormal quantity of secretion, I agree,’ said Red. ‘What does it feel like?’

His question was addressed to Robbie; he wanted him to touch me. I almost fainted when for the first time his hand reached out and stroked me. Despite the fact that Robbie’s voice had been such a key factor in my excitement in our previous encounters I didn’t even hear what he said as he probed me and fleetingly touched my clit before ceding to Red. We’d moved on another stage but it was Red who had instigated it and I wanted to stop playing games and get seriously raunchy.

‘Let’s stop the doctor crap. Where are we going from here?’ I said, my voice as husky and dangerously seductive as I could wish. And that wasn’t even intentional, just a by-product of my excitement.

Red smiled at Robbie and then at me. ‘No map. No plan. No limits. Yes or no?’

Oh, man, yes.

The sun on our bodies, the soft bed with the brass rails, the first time Robbie and I had exchanged more than words or touched with more than hands, whatever happened it was going to be the best. Although we were committing no crime the mention of incest hung in the air, making me feel opulently sinful. An atmosphere of decadence and debauchery had pervaded the chintzy room and I revelled in it.

Robbie wanted to taste me but while I held my breath waiting for his tongue he picked up a spoon that nestled in a pretty china cup and saucer on the dressing table. Carefully he mined my cunt for the abundant juices, bringing out a spoonful and looking at me while he slowly sipped from it, then rubbed the cold hard metal over my clit. I thought my head would explode but there was more to come.

The idea of tying me down had taken hold of him. When Red turned me over on my knees facing the bed head, Robbie moved and crouched down on the other side of the bars, facing me. I took my bra top off before Red entered me, hoping Robbie would touch my breasts while I was being fucked.

‘You look like animals in the zoo,’ he observed, almost insolently. ‘I suppose that’s just what you are.’

‘Just as primitive,’ I agreed.

‘But probably more promiscuous and less discriminating than most. Hold on to the bars.’

I grasped the brass rails and his hands immediately closed over mine. I made as if to pull them away and he tightened his grip.

‘You can’t escape,’ he said teasingly. With Red pushing slowly and satisfyingly into me, I didn’t want to and I don’t think Robbie thought I did for a minute. The image of being a shameless animal copulating publicly, combined with the big hands holding mine firmly was electrifying, but not as much as Robbie’s mouth suddenly reaching forward and touching mine.

Kissing’s never been my thing particularly. It was down to those early experimental days with boys, when you seemed to spend endless hours with a flabby wet tongue in your mouth before he plucked up the courage to feel you up. Not that I dislike it, and lately I’d especially enjoyed both Gabi’s and Carlos’s kisses, but if someone asked me to rank kissing in a league table of turn-ons I’d put it at the absolute bottom. Until Robbie kissed me through the bars of the bed.

It started off gentle and tender, but not sloppy. Our lips were like positive and negative connecting and setting off a long, slow charge. His tongue explored my mouth firmly though gently but I was hungry for him and responded urgently. His mouth hardened against mine and the probing of his tongue was as thrilling as Red’s penis inside me.

I knew I was moaning deep in my throat as the kiss went on and when finally he started to withdraw I felt I’d been thoroughly fucked. One touch and I would come but I didn’t want to yet. Was Robbie going to take Red’s place? I wasn’t going to risk losing out on anything by bossily demanding an orgasm, however much I wanted one.

‘Your mouth is as beautiful as your cunt,’ said Robbie, his voice rougher than ever. I think he had been shaken by the intensity of the kiss as much as I had. ‘Can I feel it here?’

He moved his hands from mine and unzipped and lowered his jeans and shorts. I hesitated briefly, wondering if I should do a Tasha and admire its size and heft vociferously before taking it in my mouth but decided against it. He wanted to feel my mouth around his shaft, not hear it pronounce the results of its inspection. The praise could come later.

His hands closed over mine again as I ran my mouth teasingly over his hardness. No, he wasn’t as big as Red but he was plenty big enough and more than hard enough. I guessed he wasn’t going to take long.

‘Having fun, mate?’ asked Red, breaking my dreamy mood. I had slipped from my mood of illicit lust into a romantic, dewy-eyed, first time scenario with a new lover, which was frankly rather absurd. I put the sloppy stuff on hold; with one man in my mouth and one in my pussy it wasn’t hard to recapture that feeling of depravity and dissipation, especially when they started comparing notes.

‘You didn’t tell me how good she is at this,’ Robbie answered, his voice jagged. ‘If you’d rather fuck her than have her suck you then she’s got to be bloody wonderful.’