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Crowded House, page 1
CROWDED HOUSE
CROWDED HOUSE
THREESOME AND GROUP SEX EROTICA
EDITED BY
RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL
Copyright © 2022 by Rachel Kramer Bussel.
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Published in the United States by Cleis Press, an imprint of Start Midnight, LLC, 221 River Street, 9th Floor, Hoboken, New Jersey 07030.
Printed in the United States.
Cover design: Jennifer Do
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Text design: Frank Wiedemann
First Edition.
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Trade paper ISBN: 978-1-62778-316-3
E-book ISBN: 978-1-62778-529-7
Contents
Introduction: The More, The Merrier
Plays Well with Others • ANGORA SHADE
How to Seduce a Mermaid • C.C. BRIDGES
The Possibilities of Paradise • ANUJA VARGHESE AND C.E. MCLEAN
PTO • KATRINA JACKSON
Call Across the Stars • LIN DEVON
Forget about Me • NIKKI ALI
Dishing It Out • SIENNA CRANE
The Lightning Round • ALEXA J. DAY
Able Bodies • MICHELLE CRISTIANI
Snip, Snip • MISTY STEWART
Human Outreach • ADRIAN AMATO
Her Next Adventure • LUCY EDEN
Tell Them Thank You • LILITH YOUNG
The Unicorn • SHAY MITCHEL
Take One • ROSE P. LETHE
Technosexual • IDA J
This Fire • FALLEN KITTIE
Movie Night • JERICA TAYLOR
About the Authors
About the Editor
INTRODUCTION: THE MORE, THE MERRIER
When it comes to sex, sometimes three—or four or five or even more—is the best kind of crowd. In these erotic stories all about threesomes and group sex, you’ll read about characters who can’t get enough of couplings that go beyond the number two. In some cases, they’re couples who want to get it on with other couples; in others, they’re individuals coming together to each fulfill a sexual fantasy or simply savor each other’s bodies. In all of them, the sexual tension is heightened with a sense that, moving beyond sex for two, anything can happen.
Some stories involve passionate relationships, where the participants know and care for their partners in ongoing ways, nurturing their desire with each further encounter. In others, sex with more than one other person is something new, an erotic adventure that a character has dreamt of and is finally ready to make sexual fantasy into reality.
There is no typical tale in this book, with multiple partners including mermaids and otherworldly creatures. Sometimes the action starts in a nightclub, sometimes a party, sometimes at home. You’ll find everything from a very dirty sex game to a swingers retreat to sex in the woods and so much more within these pages.
Wherever these erotic encounters start or end, they’re all full of the kind of passion that can’t be sated by a single partner. In “PTO,” Katrina Jackson puts a very sexy spin on personal time with this sensual story about a woman who visits her lovers every summer and surrenders to their commands. In “Able Bodies,” Michelle Cristiani explores what happens when Kira, who is blind after a car accident, seeks to “live well” and pursue the pleasure on her terms. Relationship dynamics take an unusual turn in “Forget about Me” by Nikki Ali, in which narrator Ashlee brings her wife and ex-boyfriend together for a sensual threesome that shows her a new side of each of them.
There is a lot of sexual discovery here, as new sexual partners heighten the intimacy of longtime lovers and characters find new ways of exploring themselves—and being explored in every possible way.
I hope you enjoy these sexy stories as much as the characters in them enjoy saying yes to more pleasure, more partners, and more intimacy.
Rachel Kramer Bussel
PLAYS WELL WITH OTHERS
Angora Shade
“Hey, June.”
I almost dropped the phone hearing the voice on the other end. I liked Caylen a lot—likely more than any other singles in my forty-plus playgroup. I felt a rush of heat enter my face. It was always like this when talking to, or even thinking about, this man. Suddenly I became a drooling teenager. Perhaps it was knowing what he could do to me—or make my body do—that made me respond so hard. I was an instant puddle of lust, melting into the phone, catching myself on a chair before I hit the floor.
“Caylen . . . ” A lump stuck in my throat. Even with a regular lover in my bed, it hadn’t been often enough to fill my endless sexual cravings. I always have, and think I always will, want more. I found myself visualizing Caylen’s tall muscular form, his smooth, dark skin, and his thick, meaty cock. The heat in my face traveled downward, growing in my belly, and warmed me straight to my toes.
“I’ve got this naked new apartment. It’s stark white and ugly. I need you to come over and help me paint.”
Busy street noises filled my ear. I visualized Caylen on the city sidewalk, walking his commute, as I understood he liked to do. A car horn honked impatiently and Caylen’s voice became difficult to hear. The timing was brilliantly convenient because naked was the one word imprinted in my brain.
I mentally slapped myself. “I’m sorry, what?”
“My apartment,” he said. “It’ll be all of us: Jayne’s an artist, Sue’s crazy, Justin is a goof, and you’re . . . stylish and fun.”
Having already been intimate with this man didn’t seem to matter. I had to hold back excited giggles and try not to completely lose my head. Thoughts of Caylen’s mouth working my clit, his fingers inside me, his full weight on top of me—they’d found their way into my thoughts numerous times. I couldn’t forget his eyes: dark magnetic orbs, long lashes, penetrating me as strong as every thrust of his—and OMG: all of us hadn’t been together in a while . . .
I licked my lips and had to clear my throat in order to speak. “You’re sweet. I’d love to help.” I didn’t add, and get back into your pants, but it was exactly what I was thinking.
“Great. Saturday at three,” he said. “Wear old clothes and bring some bath towels.”
“Bath towels?”
I heard Caylen hum into the receiver. “Yeah,” he said. “You’re gonna want to shower after I paint your naked body and use it as a stamp. Your glorious form will be immortalized for me to see every time I look at my walls.”
I almost dropped the phone again. I wasn’t sure what was better: Caylen suggesting he paint me naked or admitting he thought me glorious. People just didn’t say that kind of thing. At least, not out loud. But as the seconds ticked by, and thoughts of Caylen’s hands smearing me with paint, and pressing me tightly against a bare wall from behind, perhaps his cock slipping between my legs, filled my mind . . .
Yeah. Sign me up for fantasy class.
“Um . . . Okay.”
I heard him chuckle and visualized his face making that seductive grin like the first time we’d said hello. If only I’d been able to articulate more words then, I might not have felt so stupid, but I found it hard to form complete sentences with my vagina secretly clenching. She’s a greedy, greedy girl.
“Good. I’ll see you then.”
I didn’t manage to say goodbye. I think I sat on the chair in my kitchen for several minutes before hanging up. Excitement is sometimes paralyzing.
Paint. Naked. Caylen.
“Hey, you.”
There was always a magnetic pull between us. It was like my gut was connected to a fishing rod, and every small movement of Caylen’s eyes looking me up and down reeled me physically closer. His eyes never broke their hold, not even when Jayne’s lithe form in her yummy yoga pants stepped up to the apartment door behind me. He greeted her with a tender kiss to the cheek, but he was absolutely focused on me. I was mesmerized, standing like a moron, unable to step inside his door. Perhaps it was the gap between our playing activities, and I was only extra nervous, but I think it more likely I was caught like the proverbial deer in headlights, except I wasn’t filled with fear.
It was lust.
Caylen came to me instead, standing intimately, almost pelvis-to-pelvis, in the hallway. His tall, bulky frame seemed to look down into my soul while his hands wrapped themselves around my waist.
“You all right there, June?”
Caylen’s voice had been a whisper, but his presence was loud and clear. The proximity to his smooth flesh and the scent of his fresh masculine cologne had me swooning. I liked how he allowed my fingers to trace the outline of his fit abs through his T-shirt. I liked how I felt his heat through the fabric. I liked how stable I felt in his arms. My body responded to his, sending my desire quickening in my chest and a hot tingle over every inch of my skin. But what made the sensations even more intense was knowing he wanted me too.
Caylen grinned and turned, pulling me along behind him. We stumbled into the apartment, the furniture pushed into the middle of the room and everything covered with either plastic tarps or old bed sheets. The edges had been taped down to the hardwood floors, and an old coffee can filled with brushes sat atop an upside-down box. An opened box of condoms stood next to this with a hefty bottle of lube. There was n
“I got a bucket of green off the Internet!” Sue shimmied into the living room, her breasts bouncing with her enthusiasm. “It’ll be perfect with yellow and pink. And they’re apparently not only wall-worthy, but actual, nontoxic, edible body paints.”
“What do they taste like?” Jayne asked.
“Like blah. But anyway . . . ” She smiled wide as she set a third bucket down on a tarp. “We’ll mix colors to make orange and brown, and then hopefully Caylen will be able to live with it.”
Live with it? I doubted I’d be able to walk past any wall where a group of sexy people threw their naked bodies against it without squirting in my panties. And there were a lot of walls. The living room was a large space with two windows and an air conditioner, and enough room to house a three-seater sofa and two cozy armchairs. An adjacent kitchen was at least twice the size of my place, and a short hallway held three more doors.
“Hey look! It’s June!” Justin was suddenly in front of me. He’d grown a scruffy brown goatee since I’d last seen him, and he’d styled his long hair in an almost lazy way. His look made me think dad-bod-rock-star. “I’m stoked you’re here!” He hefted me into the air by my waist. I held my breath as he spun me in a circle. Grasping his arms for support, I admired the beautiful tattoos that covered his arms and neck. His mouth pressed against mine and his hand grasped my ass while he lowered my feet to the floor. I’m sure my eyes closed. The kiss lingered several moments on my lips despite being only a few seconds long. I remained in a daze, my pulse racing, as Justin pulled away.
Jayne’s voice broke the spell, her tone a tease. “If you start playing without us, you’ll both be due for a spanking!” She made the punishment motions with her hand in the air, her long hair swishing free against her waist.
I collected myself with a deep breath and felt my pulse return to something more normal.
Suddenly Sue was in front of me, tracing her finger down between my eyes and over my nose. “I love looking at your face,” she told me, “but . . .” She dragged her arms down both of mine on either side to my wrists, skipped an inch to my waist, and tapped her fingers above the hemline of my jeans. “I like your body even more.” Her smile was easy to match. Of course, just then, we were both likely remembering eating each other out like insatiable teens the last time we’d met.
One of the best things about being single and with people like these: there is no judgment. The motto is: Play well with others. We’re in it for the pleasure and the company, comfortable with a lack of commitment. We’re committed only to ourselves, honesty, exploration, and our physical, sexual appetites, unlimited in how, when, or with whom. Male, female, or wherever on the spectrum—my appetite is never sated.
Justin shouted, “Let’s get this thing started!”
We gathered in the middle of the room, responding with electrified cheers of agreement.
“I can’t wait to see what kind of pattern I can make with my tits,” Sue squealed.
I almost burst into laughter, but I was cut short as Sue pulled her ’80s rock band T-shirt over her head and began wiggling out of her jeans. She was a thick, short woman, who wore her back rolls with all the pep of a twenty-something supermodel. But like the rest of us, she was middle-aged, had a healthy bit of gray, and was one hundred percent proud.
“We should make a collage of everyone’s magnificent tits and Justin’s tasty ass,” Caylen suggested.
Justin blushed and stood patiently while Sue took charge of popping his waistband.
Jayne stepped in to protest. “No-no-no, Sue. Can’t have him all to yourself.” She swatted Justin through his jeans with a playful gesture, and then tugged forcefully at his fly. Together with Sue, they pulled his pants to the floor, exposing Justin’s happy erection that matched the ecstatic, wide-eyed look on his face.
All around me, bodies began to strip while I watched. And watching is something I love to do. Arms were lifted, shirts and pants were discarded, blinds on the windows were drawn, and someone had turned on the stereo. Techno music thrummed in my head, matching the contracting muscles of my eager pussy.
“Get over here, June.”
It was easy to go after whom I wanted most just then. I chose to close the gap between our faces and push our lips together. The hair on my neck stood on end as my body leaned into Caylen. For a moment there was no apartment, no other people, and no task ahead of us; there was only my longing to fuck—and be fucked by—this man.
Caylen’s lips consumed mine, but teased me too. The moment wasn’t as long as I would’ve liked. His lips became thinner as he smiled wide, and his hands spun me around, briskly lifted my shirt, and dragged it off from over my head before I could utter a word. Sue’s lips replaced Caylen’s on my mouth, while she drew a pink squiggle of paint over my collarbone with her finger. Before I knew it, the others had stepped up and stripped me as naked as the rest.
I’m no artist. I can’t draw convincing, simple stick figures. And no, I had never body painted before. I needed some guidance, some direction. But once given, it by no means meant I needed someone to hold my hand.
I reached over to the bundle of paintbrushes and grabbed a long handle with a thick, round brush, slopped it into the green, and let my eyes capture the first bit of exposed flesh I saw. A limb bumped into me while my hand dotted a shoulder with thick globs, and a cool caress fell down my back that transformed into goosebumps. Spontaneous motion took over me, where my globs became zigzags and lines of both thick and thin. Others joined my paintbrush, and soon the body before me was a living work of art. I was so enamored by the flourishing of movement and naked flesh, I’d lost track of things. It was only when my brush ran out of paint on a small, pale ass cheek where I was painting a solid shape, that I realized I had been painting Jayne. Looking up, taking in her whole form, I saw palm prints of yellow, pink dots, and green swirls covered her back, while smears of a muddy mix had dribbled down over her upper calves like molten candle wax. She was a goddess of color.
I paused in my work to watch as Sue’s hungry mouth found Jayne’s. Her tongue slid between Jayne’s lips as it sought to make contact, and she held up Jayne’s hands over her head as she forced her back gently against the largest wall. Justin kissed the back of Sue’s neck then, nibbling down over her spine while Sue printed Jayne’s body hard against the stark white. She pressed with firm pressure over every limb, working in complete concentration, despite Justin playing with Sue’s breast and Jayne’s landscaped landing strip. Pleasant moans joined in harmonious song with the active techno, and I felt my body respond.
Sue and Jayne became locked in a lip war. Hands ran everywhere. Wild, untamed, chaotic, but more importantly—human. This was exploration at its most basic level. And it was hot. Although naked, my body felt flush as I watched Jayne drag her hands down Sue’s ample midsection, flicking her tongue, while Justin turned away and reached for me.
Justin’s hot cock bumped my sticky, paint-smeared stomach. Color covered him everywhere I could see, except perhaps the top of his head, above my eye level. He guided my hand to his green and pink cock, slathering it well, and stamped my hand upon the wall until clean.
My body was turned once again and I came face-to-face with Caylen. He painted his lips with a fine line of pink. Smiling mischievously, he bent down, cupped my small right breast, and planted his imprint slightly above my nipple. The contact against my skin almost burned despite the cool, gooey texture of the paint, encouraging my nipple to stand on end. How I wanted more of his mouth, concentrated and specifically targeting me, suckling and nibbling, but instead his face dragged downward, smearing the remainder of paint on his lips down between my cleavage in a broken line.
Hands were on me everywhere. I couldn’t discern one from another. Brushes and mouths and fingertips trailed over me, tickling my flesh and arousing me further. My flush spread evenly over me, and I felt my pussy contract. I enjoyed the shock of a brisk slap across my backside and the way the hand there kneaded paint into me, the warm breath against my neck that followed, as Sue’s heavenly tits—covered in bright yellow—smeared up and down my left side. I couldn’t help but close my eyes, victim to it all. Briefly, I smelled the fruity scent of feminine soap, mixed with aftershave and something lighter like a sweet white wine. Someone nibbled on my ear as I stood there, enjoying the sensations, but it ended abruptly as other hands guided me to the wall, rolled me like a spindle, and pressed me from back to front.
