Anything Goes
Copyright© 2026 by Deckhard
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
Monika lay there a minute longer with her chest heaving, then wiped her face with the heel of her hand and looked over at Frida, who was still up on her knees at the edge of the daybed with her eyes the size of dinner plates.
“Well,” Monika said. “You learn anything, sweet thing?”
Frida nodded.
“Yeah? Tell me what.”
“I. Um.” Frida’s mouth opened and shut. “I learned ... how to...”
Ellie propped her chin on her hand. “How cute. You’re blushing. Take your time, sweetie.”
“She ain’t got the words yet,” Monika said. “Give her a couple hours, she’ll be swearin’ like a sailor.” She swung her legs off the daybed and sat up, groaning at her own back. “Christ. Somebody remind me I’m fifty five next time I decide to let a young bull fuck me like that.”
“You looked twenty,” Ellie said.
“I looked like a woman gettin’ the shit fucked out of her, which is better.” Monika stood, stretched, and reached down for Frida’s hand. “Come on. I need a drink before I do anything else. My throat’s raw from screamin’ at your boyfriend.”
Ellie got up on the other side and took Frida’s arm, and the three of them walked toward the bar with the girl slotted between them like a celebrity being escorted somewhere.
“You know what we’re gonna do with you?” Monika said, close to her ear.
“I’m scared to ask.”
“We’re gonna fuck the lady clean out of you. Send you home a whole different animal. Your mama won’t recognize you and she’ll be thrilled about it.”
“Please stop bringing up my mother.”
“No.”
They reached the bar and got up on the stools, Frida in the middle again. The bartender with the semi mohawk looked over.
“Three of whatever you recommend,” Ellie said. “Strong ones.”
The drinks landed. Frida took a long pull off hers and set it down with both hands, still a little shaky.
Ellie turned her glass slowly on the wood and looked at her over the rim.
“So tell me something, cutie.”
“Okay.”
“You ever been fucked by a big black cock?”
Frida choked. Some of the drink went down the wrong way and she coughed into her fist while Monika thumped her helpfully on the back, hard enough to rattle her.
“Jesus Christ, Ellie,” Monika said. “Let the girl get two swallows in.”
“I was curious.”
“You were bein’ a menace, is what you were bein’.” Monika thumped her again. “You alive, sweet thing?”
“I’m fine.” Frida wiped her eyes. “No. I haven’t. I’ve had. There was one guy at university, but he wasn’t...” She stopped. “No.”
“Never?” Ellie’s head tipped. “Not once?”
“Not once.”
“Huh.” Ellie looked out at the pool, thoughtful.
Monika followed her eyes and found what she was looking at, and a slow grin came up across her face.
Across the water, Deon was stretched out on a lounger with three or four other people, talking, one arm behind his head. Dark skin oiled and shining in the afternoon light. His cock lay heavy along his thigh even soft, and there was a lot of it to lie there.
Ellie lifted her arm and waved, and the motion sent her heavy breasts swaying, the full soft weight of them shifting and jiggling against each other, nipples catching the light. She didn’t bother covering up or holding still. She just let them move.
Monika glanced over at her, looked down at her chest, then back up at her face, and grinned. “Well, goddamn, honey. Wave at a fella and the girls wanna come too.”
Ellie looked down at herself and laughed. “They’ve got a mind of their own.”
“They sure do.” Monika shook her shoulders deliberately and watched herself bounce, then looked at Ellie’s chest again. “With those beautiful titties you’re gonna bring every man on that side of the pool over here. They’ll be linin’ up like it’s a fire sale.”
Ellie smiled slow. “Honey, I don’t even need to wave. I just stand here and they find me.”
Monika stared at her for a beat, then threw her head back and cackled. “Goddamn. I like this one.”
Deon said something to the man next to him, and got up off the lounger. He started around the pool at a walk that wasn’t in any hurry at all, and Frida watched him come and forgot entirely about her drink.
“He’s very tall,” she said faintly.
“That ain’t the part I’d be lookin’ at.”
“I’m looking at all of it.”
“Good girl.”
Deon arrived at the bar and leaned an elbow on it, easy, running his eyes over the three of them with open appreciation and no apology about it.
“Ladies.”
“Deon.” Monika reached up and patted his chest like she was checking a melon. “How you been, baby?”
“Recovering.”
“From the other night?”
“From the other night ... and earlier with Ellie.”
“Oh, don’t you give me that. You can handle all the women in this place without breaking a sweat.” She jerked her thumb at Frida. “This here’s Frida. She’s new, she’s little, and she’s never had a cock like yours anywhere near her.”
Frida made a sound.
Deon looked down at her, and his face softened right out of the swagger. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Frida said, in a voice about two sizes smaller than usual.
“You okay?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“You’ll be okay.” Deon gave her an easy smile. “I promise.”
Ellie was watching them, her chin propped on her hand, and there was something in her eyes, something hot and lazy and deliberate.
“You know what I keep thinking about?” she said, her voice soft and melodic. “How hot it would be to watch that big black cock of yours pound this tiny little white girl’s pussy. Just melt her. Right in front of all of us.”
Deon turned to her, his expression shifting into something theatrical. “Am I just a big black cock to you now?”
Ellie didn’t even blink. “Oh, don’t give me that. You know the aesthetics turn me on. It turns you on too.”
Deon opened his mouth. Closed it. Couldn’t argue.
Monika jumped in. “Me too. It’s the fuckin’ contrast. Black skin on white skin, big cock on little pussy. That’s aesthetics. That’s design.” She gestured at herself. “I should know about aesthetics and colors. I used to be an interior designer before hubby and I won the lottery.”
Deon laughed. “Is that so?”
“Yeah.” Monika leaned forward, serious for a second, then grinned. “So trust me when I say, you’re in good hands, Frida. This hot stud here is gonna redesign your interior.”
The bar went quiet for a beat. Then Deon burst out laughing, Ellie laughed too, and Frida made a sound that was half moan and half laugh.
Monika looked at Frida and winked. “You ready for your renovation, sweet thing?”
Frida let out a small sound similar to a chirp and nodded quietly.
Ellie tipped her head toward the daybeds nearest the bar, maybe ten feet off. Tom was over there with Frank and Milo, and Liam was standing in the middle of the three of them. Tom’s hand was flat on the boy’s chest, saying something low. Frank was in close behind him with his mouth near Liam’s ear. Milo hovered on the edge of it looking like a dog waiting for a ball.
“Looks like the men are about to have your boyfriend,” Ellie said to Frida, perfectly conversational. Then to Deon: “So you’ve got a choice. Go join that, or stay here and take care of his girlfriend.”
Deon looked over at the daybed for about a second and a half.
“That’s not a hard choice.”
“Didn’t think so.”
Frida’s head had turned. She was watching Liam, and Liam had gone very still under Tom’s hand, and his face had done something she’d never seen it do before.
“My darling husband, my baby, and Monika’s hubby are about to fuck your pretty boyfriend into next week,” Ellie said, close to her ear. “And Deon’s going to do the same to you. Right here. Where you can watch each other.”
Frida’s breath came out unsteady.
“You sure you want me to ... fuck you right where your boy can see us?” Deon asked. He’d caught the look on her face. “We don’t have to do a thing.”
“No.” Frida swallowed. “No, I want to. I want...” She looked at Liam again, then back at Deon. “Can I see him? While it’s happening? I want to watch him take cock for the first time.”
Monika drained her glass and set it down on the bar with a crack.
“Sweet thing,” she said, “you can see whatever you want. That’s the entire point of the fuckin’ place.”
They didn’t move far. Just off the stools and into the open space beside the bar, close enough that the daybed with Liam on it was a straight ten feet away and nothing in between. A handful of people drifted over from the sofas and settled in to watch. Somebody brought their drink with them.
Monika and Ellie took up on either side of Frida.
“Arms around our shoulders, honey,” Monika said.
Frida put them up, and the two women bent, hooked an arm each under one of her knees, and stood.
She came up off the ground like nothing at all.
Frida yelped and grabbed on, and then she was hanging there between them, her whole weight carried on two crooked arms, knees folded up and spread wide open. Monika and Ellie each ran their free arm around behind her back so their arms met at her spine, holding her steady, and their hands came around under her arms and forward and settled over her breasts.
“Oh my god,” Frida said.
“Told you.” Monika hefted her a little, testing, and the girl bounced. “Light as a feather. I could carry you to the airport.”
“Please don’t.”
“I ain’t gonna carry you to the airport, sweet thing, I’m makin’ a point.”
Ellie adjusted her grip and turned her head, and her mouth was right at Frida’s ear. “Look at yourself. Look how you’re sitting right now.”
Frida looked down. Her knees were up, her arms were around the women’s shoulders and there was nothing at all between her and the open air and about fifteen people were looking directly at it.
“Oh god.”
“Mm-hm.”
Deon stepped in.
He put his hands on her thighs first, thumbs stroking, and his palms nearly wrapped them. He looked down at her, unhurried.
“Damn,” he said. “She’s soaked.”
“She’s floodin’,” Monika said. “I can smell it. That’s a compliment, honey, don’t make that face.”
“I’m not making a face.”
“You made a face.”
Deon reached down and ran two fingers through her, slow, base to top, and Frida’s whole body jerked in their arms.
“Oh...”
“You want this?” he said. “Say it out loud. I like hearing it.”
“Yes.”
“Say the rest.”
Frida’s face went red all the way down her chest, and she said it anyway.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“There it is.”
He took himself in hand and pressed the head of it against her, and even that much made her breath catch and her fingers dig into Monika’s shoulder.
“Easy,” Ellie murmured. “Breathe out. All the way out.”
Frida breathed out, and Deon pushed in.
It took a while. He went slow and steady and gave her every chance to stop him, and she never did, and by the time he was in to the root she’d made a noise that turned every remaining head in the pool area.
“Oh god. Oh my god.”
“There we go,” Deon said.
“You’re so...” Frida’s head dropped back onto Monika’s shoulder. “I can feel you in my stomach.”
“That’s about right.”
“That’s the fun part, sweet thing,” Monika said. “Wait’ll he moves.”
Deon moved.
And Monika and Ellie swung her into it.
That was the thing Frida hadn’t understood until it happened. They weren’t just holding her. They were working her, rocking her forward onto him and back off him on every stroke, and the two motions met in the middle and doubled, and Frida had no leverage, no control, no say in any of it. She was their little fuck-toy. She was being used, deliberately and expertly, by three people who had clearly all done this before.
She screamed.
“There she is,” Monika said comfortably.
Ten feet away, Liam was on his knees on the daybed with three men standing over him.
Tom came in first. He took himself in hand and laid his cock against the boy’s cheek, heavy and warm, and left it there a second before he dragged it slow across his face.
“You been lookin’ all day,” Tom said. Not unkind. Just a fact being set down. “At the pool. At the bar. Every time somebody walked past.”
Liam’s throat moved.
“That’s all right. Nobody’s givin’ you a hard time about it.” Tom tapped his cock against the boy’s mouth. “But you gotta say it out loud, son. That’s the rule here. Nobody guesses.”
Liam’s eyes came up. His face was scarlet and his hands were shaking on his thighs.
“I’ve wanted to,” he said. “For a long time. I’ve never...”
“Never done anything about it.”
“No.”
“You want to now?”
“Yes.”
“Louder. My wife’s got a whole audience over there and I’d hate to be the quiet part of the afternoon.”
“Yes.”
Frank laughed from behind him, a low easy drawl of a laugh. “Well, all right then.”
Frank stepped around to the side and brought his own cock down against Liam’s other cheek with a wet smack, thick and blunt.
“Open up, kid. Let’s see what you’ve been thinking about.”
Liam opened his mouth, and Frank slid in, not gently, straight back until the boy gagged.
“Easy,” Tom said.
“He’s fine.”
“He’s fine in about thirty seconds. Right now he’s new.” Tom put a hand on the back of Liam’s neck, steady, grounding. “Breathe through your nose, son. Let him sit there a second. Your throat’ll figure it out.”
It did. Liam’s shoulders came down, and his jaw eased, and Frank slid deeper.
“See,” Frank said. “Told you he was fine.”
Milo was off to the side with his cock in his fist, practically vibrating. “Can I...”
“No,” Frank said.
“I just...”
“No, Milo.”
“He’s been like this all week,” Frank said to Tom, over the boy’s head. “Ellie’s got him wound up like a spring. Says she’s rationing him.”
“She knows her business.”
“She does.”
Tom moved around behind Liam and put both hands on his hips, and ran one palm down over his ass, spreading him open. His thumb brushed over Liam’s hole, and Liam shivered.
“You ever had anything back here?”
Liam shook his head as much as Frank’s cock allowed.
“Fingers, even? On your own?”
A nod. Small.
“All right. Then you know the shape of it.” Tom looked over his shoulder. “Milo. There’s bottles on the shelf by the towels. Bring one.”
Milo went and came back quick, holding a small glass bottle. Tom took it from him and held it out.
“Lube him up. Get his ass nice and wet. Use your fingers.”
Milo knelt beside Liam and poured a slow stream of the stuff down his crack, then worked it in with two fingers, careful, pushing in and out, spreading it around. Liam groaned around Frank’s cock, his hips shifting.
“Good,” Tom said. “Now me.”
Milo turned and poured the lube into his palm and wrapped his hand around Tom’s cock, stroking him slow, coating the whole length until it shone. Tom watched him work.
“That’s enough. Thanks, kid.”
Milo sat back on his heels and wiped his hand on his thigh.
Tom pressed the head against Liam’s opening. “I’m gonna go slow. You want me to stop, you tap Frank’s leg twice and everything stops. Understand me?”
Liam nodded.
“Say it when your mouth’s free.”
Frank pulled back and out with a wet sound, and Liam gasped.
“I understand.”
“Good boy.” Tom pressed forward, and the head of his cock pushed against Liam’s opening, steady and insistent. Liam clenched, instinctive, and Tom stopped. “Relax. Push back against me. Like you’re trying to push me out. It’ll open you up.”
Liam did, and Tom’s cockhead slid in, and Liam made a sound around Frank’s cock that came from somewhere very deep, and his whole back locked up, and then, slowly, let go.
“There,” Tom said quietly. “There it is. You’re all right.” He held there, just the head inside, letting Liam feel the stretch. “Breathe. Get used to it.”
Liam breathed. His hole was clenching and unclenching around Tom’s cock, his body trying to decide whether to fight or accept it. Tom waited, patient, one hand on Liam’s hip, the other on his own cock, holding himself steady.
“More?” Tom said.
Liam nodded.
Tom pushed deeper, inch by inch, and Liam groaned, a long low sound that vibrated through Frank’s cock. Tom’s shaft was thick, and Liam could feel every bit of it, the girth of him stretching the ring of muscle open wider than it had ever gone. His fingers dug into Frank’s thighs.
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