Anything Goes
Copyright© 2026 by Deckhard
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A young couple's first visit to Club Désir becomes an unforgettable education when they fall in with a silver-haired couple who know exactly what they want and how to get it. By the end of the first afternoon, both will have discovered things about themselves and each other that no amount of time alone could have taught them.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Age Gap Consensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Male Oral Sex Squirting
They crossed the pool area together, Tom leading, Monika with a hand on the small of Frida’s back, Liam trailing behind with his cock swinging and no clear idea what to do with his hands. A few people on the surrounding sofas watched them come, drinks in hand, interested. Somebody on a nearby lounger sat up for a better angle.
The daybed was big and plush and heaped with cushions. Monika grabbed a wedge pillow, shoved it behind her back, and lay against it, silver blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. She spread her legs without any ceremony about it at all, the way another woman might kick off her shoes.
“Come here, sweet thing,” she said to Frida. “Put your boyfriend in me.”
Frida climbed onto the daybed and took hold of Liam’s cock, hands not entirely steady, and started to guide him straight in.
“Whoa, whoa.” Monika caught her wrist. “Not that fast. What are you, feedin’ a parkin’ meter?”
Frida blinked. “What?”
“Slow down. Nobody’s on a schedule.” Monika took Frida’s hand and moved it herself, dragging the head of Liam’s cock up and down her slit, smearing her wetness over him. “Like that. There you go. Feel how wet I am? That’s from watchin’ you two at the bar lookin’ like a couple of virgins at a whorehouse.”
Frida laughed, startled, and kept doing it, sliding her boyfriend’s cock along the older woman’s folds. Her other hand drifted down, uncertain, and settled on Monika’s mound.
“Mm. Fingers on my clit while you do that. Little lower. There.” Monika’s head went back. “Oh, you’re a natural. Somebody’s been practicin’ on herself.”
“I have not...”
“Everybody has, honey, it ain’t a criminal charge.”
Frida’s confidence was climbing by the second. Liam’s cock was slick and throbbing in her fist and Monika’s clit was firm under her fingers and the nerves in her stomach had turned into something else entirely, something warm and low that she didn’t have a word for yet.
Monika cracked one eye and looked down at Liam’s cock shining with her. “God damn, look at that. He’s leakin’ like a busted radiator. I think this boy’s gonna blow before he even gets in me.”
“I’m not,” Liam managed.
“Sure, baby.”
“I’m not.”
“We’ll see.” Monika turned back to Frida. “You like my titties?”
Frida nodded.
“Good. ‘Cause you can do two things at once, can’t you? Feed him in and get your mouth on my nipple at the same time. Or is that too much multitaskin’ for a college graduate?”
“I can try.”
“You can do better’n try. Come on. Slow.”
Frida lined Liam up and guided him forward an inch at a time. She leaned down, her face hovering just above Monika’s breast, and breathed on it first, a slow warm breath that washed over the stiff peak. Monika’s nipple tightened further, the dark skin contracting, and Frida let the tip of her nose brush across it, a gentle nuzzle that traced the circle of it. Monika sucked in a sharp breath.
Then Frida’s tongue came out, just the tip, and touched the very top of the nipple, barely there, a single point of contact. She kissed it then, soft, her pouty lips closing around the peak for just a second before she opened them wider and took it in, drawing the whole stiff nub into her mouth.
Liam pushed further in, and Monika’s whole body answered. Her arms went up over her head, fingers spread wide against the cushions, back arching clean off the pillow.
“Oh, god fuckin’ damn it.” Her voice went somewhere lower and rougher. “Young cock. Jesus Christ.”
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “You proud of yourself?”
Liam blinked. “What?”
“You got your cock inside a woman old enough to be your grandmother. That’s somethin’ to write home about.”
Liam’s face went red and he started to pull back. “I’m sorry, I...”
Monika grabbed his hip with one hand and laughed. “Put it in. Put it in. Put it in. Forget that. I’m messin’ with you.” She squeezed him with her pussy, a slow deliberate grip, and watched his face fall apart. “How’s it feel?”
“What?”
“How’s it feel to have your cock inside my old pussy?”
Liam swallowed. “Huh? You’re not old. This feels so fuckin’ good.”
“Yeah?” She squeezed again, tighter this time, and Liam’s eyes rolled. “You prefer my pussy or your girlfriend’s pussy?”
Liam opened his mouth. Nothing came out. His face went from red to crimson and he looked away.
Monika cackled, that full-throated sound. “I’m just fuckin’ with you, honey. Come on. Give it to me.”
Liam started to move, and the moment he did Monika’s whole body answered again.
“Oh, god damn, pretty boy.” Her voice went somewhere lower and rougher. “They don’t make ‘em like this past forty.”
She rolled her hips up into him and gripped him again, that experienced grip, tight and deliberate, like her pussy had muscles his girlfriend didn’t know about yet. Liam groaned and his rhythm stuttered.
“Yeah, you feel that?” Monika was grinning up at him. “That’s forty years of practice, baby. Your girl’s got youth on her side. I got craft.”
Frida laughed, small and shy, and looked down.
“You’re still shy.” Monika shook her head, delighted. “Your boyfriend’s inside me fuckin’ me raw right in front of your pretty eyes, and you’re still shy.” She reached over and tipped Frida’s chin up with one finger. “Don’t be, sweetie. Watch. Learn. See what your boyfriend’s doin’ to my poor ol’ pussy.”
A couple of people in the crowd laughed. Somebody made an approving noise.
Monika turned her head, looking past Liam’s shoulder, and locked eyes with the hot woman who’d been riding Deon earlier. She’d left the lounger and settled onto one of the sofas, close, skin oiled and shining, watching with her chin propped on her hand.
“Looks good, don’t it?” Monika called out.
The woman smiled, slow. “It certainly does.”
Monika looked at her a beat longer. “You wanna come suck on my other tit?”
“Yes.”
She rose and crossed to the daybed without hurrying, hips moving, and settled on Monika’s other side. Up close she was almost unfair about it. Dark hair with more volume than any one woman needed, falling in heavy waves over her shoulders. Deep red lipstick, worn like armor. Dark eyes under thick lashes. A body somebody would have carved out of marble a few centuries ago and put in a museum.
“I’m Ellie,” she said, and her voice was low and soft with a kind of music sitting under it, the sort of voice that made a person lean in before deciding to.
Monika looked her over slow, all the way down and all the way back up, and didn’t pretend otherwise.
“Monika.” Monika said it like she was handing over something. “Hi, sweetie. You are so fuckin’ gorgeous I’m a little mad about it. Come put your mouth on me and let’s see what you got.”
Ellie laughed, and it was a good laugh, warm all the way through. She leaned down, and her hair fell forward and curtained around Monika’s breast, and then her lips brushed the stiff peak.
She started gentle. A kiss, barely there. Then she pursed her lips and blew a thin stream of cool air across the wet skin and watched the nipple pull tighter, and made a small pleased sound at it.
“Oh, look at you,” she murmured, and she was close enough that the words landed directly on the nipple, her breath moving over it with every syllable. “Look at this beautiful nipple. God.”
Her tongue came out and traced one slow circle. Then she took the nipple into her mouth and sucked it, hard, cheeks hollowing, and pulled off with a wet pop.
“God damn it.” Monika’s hand shot into Ellie’s hair and gripped. “You’re an angel fell out of the sky.”
Ellie laughed against her breast and the vibration of it went straight down through Monika’s whole body.
“No.” She had the nipple caught between her teeth now, just held there, and talked around it, every word buzzing through the flesh. “More like a nymphomaniac devil, honey.”
“So much better. Fuck yeah, you sexy nymph. Don’t stop doin’ that.”
“Doing what?”
“Talkin’ with my tit in your mouth.”
Ellie smiled around it and kept doing exactly that.
“I’ll tell you something,” she said, lips still closed loose around the nipple, her voice humming into it. She then kissed the rubbery nub and toggled it with the tip of her sexy tongue. “I have seen a lot of these in my life. A lot. Genuinely an unreasonable number ... cause I love’em so much.” She pulled off, blew cool air, watched it react, went back. “And this is the best one I have ever had in my mouth. I’m not being nice. I don’t do that.”
“Keep goin’, you’re doin’ great.”
“I’m obsessed. I want to write about it.” Kiss. Lick. “I want to tell people.”
“Tell ‘em loud.”
Ellie laughed and drew the nipple deep and sucked hard enough that Monika swore at the sky.
She had a rhythm to her, and no two passes were the same. Kiss, blow, lick, hold, suck, release. Her hands came up and cradled the heavy breast from underneath, lifting it to her mouth like it was something she’d paid for, red nails bright against the skin. And every so often she’d stop and look up and hold eye contact while she licked, smiling with her eyes, saying nothing.
On the other side, Frida watched her for a while, then started copying her. Lifting Monika’s other breast with both hands, bringing it up, kissing the nipple, blowing on it, a beat behind and learning fast.
“That’s it, sweetie.” Ellie glanced over without letting go. “Nice and slow. Tease her. Make her wait for it. She’ll thank you.”
“I will fuckin’ not,” Monika said. “Bite it.”
“Later.”
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