Safeword: Mayday by Candace Blevins
Chapter 9
Kyle followed instructions, and chuckled when Marcus said, “It’ll just take a minute for Dr. Richardson to check you out, and then we can have fun again.”
Heather groaned. “Ha ha. Very funny. If the two of you actually want to play doctor with me, we may have a problem.”
Marcus had gotten onto the bed and was up behind her head. “What’s wrong with playing doctor? A nice warm enema followed by an anal speculum to make sure everything’s all clean? So much fun to be had.”
Kyle saw Heather’s pussy clench at Marcus’s words, which made his cock grow even harder. Heather had liked that idea. Or her pussy had, anyway. He’d have to remember to mention it to Marcus later, but not now. He looked up and told Marcus, “Just a touch of swelling and redness. Nothing major. Looks good.”
“Fantastic. Let’s get her up on her hands and knees.”
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Marcus didn’t have to say it twice — Heather was up and on hands and knees within seconds. She’d seen a trapeze bar hanging from the ceiling over the bed while she was on her back, but didn’t really want to know why it was there. Marcus obviously did some pretty bizarre things in this bed.
She trusted Kyle to not let Marcus do anything too bad, and in a way she trusted Marcus, too. He’d gone out of his way to make her comfortable, and he’d repeatedly told her she only needed to tell them to stop and they would. Still, the whole afternoon had been wacky.
“Lose the towel, Heather, and come up on the bed a little more.” Something about Marcus’s tone made her move a little faster than normal.
Several minutes later, Heather was on all fours, her legs spread wide to lower her groin so it rested on Kyle’s face.
She gasped when Kyle’s fingers opened her lower lips, and moaned when he pushed her clit hood up and ran the rough part of his tongue directly over her clit. She’d never felt any pleasure from him — or anyone else — messing with her clit before, but this time she felt heat and her hips wanted to move. Whether it was the positioning with her on top, or the fact that her clit was sensitive from the clothespin earlier, she wasn’t sure — but she certainly wasn’t bored.
An unknown sound had her looking behind her, and her eyes went big as she focused on the bright blue medical gloves on Marcus’s hands.
“Time for a new sensation, Spitfire.”
“Spitfire?”
He grinned. “You didn’t like Little Birdie, and Spitfire suits you, the way you flew me around. Also, it fits your personality.”
She started to respond, but Kyle gave her more suction. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her hips moved to grind her private bits over his face. She was a little mortified and stilled her hips, but made sure her clit was still over his mouth because she needed more.
Marcus chuckled. “Whatever you just did, Kyle, you should do it again.”
She glared at Marcus, and he chuckled again. “Remember, you get to tell Kyle what to do — whether it’s to do it again, or to be more gentle, to suck harder, use his teeth, stop using his teeth. Whatever you want, you only need to tell him. He’s good, but he’s not a mind reader. Plus, you’re in charge and he likes instructions. Also, his cock is right in front of you — feel free to tease and torture him. I have plans for later that’ll require him being hard, so you probably don’t want to allow him any relief just yet.”
He’d moved behind her while he talked, so she didn’t bother trying to respond. She was nowhere close to this being enough to make her orgasm like before, but what Kyle was doing felt amazing.
She was glad Marcus seemed to be through with conversation, because she wasn’t sure she could form sentences much longer.
Heather was fairly certain Marcus planned to do something to her asshole, and her first instinct was to tell him not to, but she didn’t. He’d been right about the clothespins, and that had allowed him a level of trust. She was willing to see what happened and how it felt before calling a stop to it.
In the shower, Kyle had meticulously opened her lower lips and cleaned all her private areas when he soaped her, and he’d even cleaned her back there on the outside, so she wasn’t too concerned with Marcus looking and maybe touching her there, but she really didn’t think he needed to go inside.
“This is about new sensations, Heather,” Marcus ran a finger down her buttcrack and circled her most private place, and Heather suppressed a shudder.
“It isn’t about power games between you and me,” Marcus told her. “The goal is to give you new sensations.”
His finger stopped circling her ass, and the warm weight of his hand rested on her sacrum. “We need to talk about how you can communicate things to me, so I know what just feels weird as opposed to something truly wrong. When you’re flying, you don’t use the mayday term unless there’s a serious problem. When a pilot uses it on the radio, ordinary radio traffic stops. No one speaks unless it’s about the mayday call.”
Kyle stopped doing the wonderful things he’d been doing, and she gritted her teeth to keep from snapping at them. “I know what mayday means. I’m a fixed wing pilot and a helicopter pilot, with a commercial license for both.”
“My point here is if you find yourself in serious physical or emotional difficulty, I want you to say mayday. If you say it, everything stops immediately. Okay?”
“Why can’t I just say stop?”
“Sometimes, saying ‘no’ is kind of a habit. It feels wrong for someone to stick their finger up your butt, so you say no and stop, when you don’t really mean it. You have to go the step farther in your head before you say mayday, to decide if you truly want things to stop.”
Kyle moved his head sideways enough to talk. “Marcus can almost always tell when you’re truly distressed, and usually stops before anyone needs to safeword, but it still needs to be there, just in case.”
“Kyle won’t ask for a safeword,” Marcus said, “so we’re going to make it a universal safeword for the three of us. If he says it, we stop. If for some bizarre reason I say it, ya’ll stop.”
“Okay, I get it, but do we have to have this talk now?”
Kyle turned his head back under her and sucked her clit into his mouth. She let out a deep groan, and then a little squeal when Marcus’s finger circled her bottom hole again.
He was right about it being a different sensation, but what he was doing in concert with Kyle’s mouth worked, and she both wanted it to stop and didn’t. Her hips moved her groin against Kyle’s face again and she froze, but Kyle’s hands moved to her legs and encouraged her to keep moving.
What kind of person humps her boyfriend’s face?
She didn’t have a chance to go any further with the thought though, because Marcus’s gloved finger pressed into her bottom, and she said, “Marcus, that’s not, you shouldn’t—”
He interrupted with, “Don’t worry about should and shouldn’t. Tell me how it feels.”
“Wrong. It feels wrong.”
He kept his finger still, but it remained inside her.
“How does Kyle’s mouth feel? Would you like him to use his teeth?”
It must’ve been a suggestion for Kyle to do just that, because the ridges of his teeth closed softly around her clit, and she completely forgot about Marcus’s finger.
“Oh, god.”
Her hips were moving again, and then the finger in her bottom went in farther, but while it was still strange and foreign, it also felt a tiny bit good.
She felt some of the sensations she’d felt earlier in the day, with her body taking over and moving of its own accord. She still had control of herself, and she wanted more of something, she just didn’t know what she needed more of.
She froze when something else happened at her bottom hole. Not pain, exactly, but certainly discomfort — and yet it wasn’t necessarily bad. He must’ve added another finger, but just before she complained, Kyle sucked harder on her clit and flicked it with his tongue, and she relaxed onto Kyle’s torso with a long, low, deep moan.
“That’s it, sweetcheeks,” Marcus said from behind her. “Fly for us. You’re doing great.”
She breathed in enough to talk. “It’s not enough to fly, but damn it feels good.”
“Okay, let me make a swap and we’ll move on to something else.” His fingers pulled out and she immediately felt something else pressing in — smoother and harder than Marcus’s fingers had been. Just as she was about to say she didn’t like it, Marcus said, “Kyle, you have about another twenty seconds down there, make it good.”
There was suddenly more suction and friction from Kyle than she’d felt to that point — pressure and movement around her clit that made her pulse race in her veins, and all she could say was something between “oooooh” and “aaaaaah”. She sounded like a porn movie again, but she couldn’t stop herself. There was suddenly too much pressure on her bottom hole, but before she could say anything, it eased up, though there was still something back there, and Marcus was pulling her up by her shoulders, pulling her clit away from Kyle’s mouth.
“What is that, Marcus? There’s still something in—”
Whatever was in her ass came to life, and she couldn’t finish her sentence. Marcus pulled her away from Kyle, plucked at her nipples, and the bed moved as Kyle sat up and repositioned.
Just when she pulled herself together enough for speech, Marcus lowered her back to all fours and said, “Now, Kyle.”
Kyle pressed his oh-so-thick cock into her pussy from behind without warning, and those sensations from earlier were back at full force — and then Kyle kicked it into high gear, fucking her full strength and full speed with no warning, and every muscle in Heather’s body froze while her overheated blood raced through her veins.
She’d experienced doggie before, but this was in a different stratosphere. Something was in her bottom and vibrating, filling her and dancing around. Added to this, her clit felt as if it were twice it’s normal size, and Kyle was filling her pussy and pounding her like a crazy man.
She wanted to shake her head at Marcus as she saw his hands coming towards her with the silver clippy things again, but she couldn’t make her voice work before the first one clamped onto her nipple, and she gasped and jerked. The second one went on seconds later, and she heard herself saying, “Oh, god. Oh, god,” over, and over, and over — though it was about three octaves lower than her normal voice.
“I’m not asking for permission,” Kyle said from above her, his voice strained, “but advice would be appreciated.”
She didn’t know what that meant and wasn’t able to put a sentence together to ask.
Heather didn’t know if Marcus answered him or not, because his cock was suddenly in front of her face — long and thick and so hard it looked painful.
“You said you wanted us all to get off. If you want me to get off you’re more than welcome to use your mouth. If you don’t want to, I’ll lie back and watch the show.”
She didn’t know what to do, but she didn’t think she should suck off her boyfriend’s best friend. What if Kyle got pissed? They hadn’t talked about this. Kyle had been okay with what had happened so far, but what if this crossed a line?
Almost breathless behind her, Kyle exhaled out, “I’d love to see you sucking Marcus off while I fuck you. I want to see you fly. Please fly for us.”
Shit, Kyle had told her earlier he’d be fine with whatever Marcus needed to do, and she knew they’d shared someone before. She’d have to take him at his word now, because she wanted to make Marcus feel as good as he’d made her feel.
She reached for Marcus with her right hand, and he sat down on his heels, which put him at the perfect angle for her to wrap her lips around him.
“Fuck, what a heavenly little mouth.”
Her insides clenched again at the thought of the guys face-to-face above her while both were inside her, and then the chain from the nipple clamps caught on something. Heather forgot everything except the sensations she was feeling — the thing in her ass holding her spread open while vibrating inside of her, Kyle pistoning into her, the clamps on her nipples, and the cock in her mouth — everything merged into one and something let loose inside of her.
Heather’s entire body spasmed, and the guys lost control when she did. There were suddenly hands on the back of her head and a cock slamming into her mouth as well as her pussy now, but she didn’t care as she drank in sensation upon sensation, and she felt so alive.
Just as she thought the sensations were beginning to let off a little, she heard Marcus say, “Now Kyle” and then Kyle vocalized something between a scream and a growl, heat spurted into her, and she was once again catapulted into the stratosphere with the universe spinning around her.
Marcus moved away from her and she realized he was coming into a towel, but all she could do was shudder as her body kept spasming around the cock in her pussy and whatever the hell was in her ass.
When everyone was finally still, the vibrations in her ass gradually turned down to nothing. Kyle pulled out of her and gently removed the item from her bottom. She squealed a little because it was too big for a second before she was suddenly empty everywhere, and then she missed it.
Marcus was at her side again as she tipped sideways to land on the bed, and she wrapped an arm around his leg with one arm while she motioned for Kyle to come to her with the other.
“Let me get us cleaned up, my Lady, and then I’ll stay by your side the rest of the night.”
She nodded, and didn’t protest when he used baby wipes to clean her.
Marcus arranged everyone, and within moments Kyle was spooned to her front while Marcus held her from behind. She wasn’t sure about it at first, but the men were positioned so she was touching them without feeling totally cocooned, and it felt right.