Anything Goes
Copyright© 2026 by Deckhard
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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 flat on her back with one arm thrown over her eyes, breathing like she’d climbed something tall in a hurry. Frida sat back on her heels with her wet hand held out in front of her, staring at it.
“That was my hand,” she said. “That was my whole hand.”
“Sure was, sweet thing. Clean up to the wrist.”
“I’ve never even seen that done, let alone...”
“Well, now you done it.” Monika lifted her arm and squinted up at her. “Took me till I was thirty to try that. You just skipped a whole decade of livin’ in one afternoon.”
Frida looked at her hand again, turned it over, and a slow grin started at one corner of her mouth. “It was really in there.”
“It really was. And I got the puddle to prove it.”
Ellie had been stretched out beside them watching the whole thing, and now she had that look on her face. The slow one. The unhurried one. Like an idea arriving and getting comfortable.
“So,” Monika said, propping herself up on one elbow. “How ‘bout we do the same thing to you?”
Ellie didn’t pretend to think about it. “I won’t say no.”
“How generous of you.”
Ellie rolled onto her back, stretched her arms up over her head, and smiled the smile that meant trouble. “Let’s see what you can do with my nipples while you’re playin’ with my clit. And she’s got her fist in me.”
She let that sit a second.
“Oof.” Then she laughed at her own sentence. “God damn.”
Monika came up over her. “You fuckin’ little whore. You sexy fuckin’ little whore, you know exactly what you’re doin’ to me.”
“I do.”
Monika kissed her hard enough to stop the laugh in her throat. When she pulled back she dragged her thumb across Ellie’s bottom lip, then looked down the whole length of her like a woman sizing up a meal.
“All right. Let’s have a look at you.”
She laid two fingers on either side of Ellie’s pussy, opened them like a V, and spread her open. Ellie was pink and flushed and glistening, the folds smooth and neat, the clit already standing up stiff at the top. Different from Monika’s, Frida noticed: smaller, more compact, the lips thinner, the whole of it delicate and precise.
“Well, would you look at that. Pretty as the rest of her. That ain’t hardly fair.” She glanced over. “Frida. Same as you done me. Two fingers, slow.”
Frida sprayed her hand and slid two fingers in without a lick of hesitation. Ellie’s pussy was different from Monika’s too, tighter at the opening, the walls smoother, the heat more concentrated. Frida felt her clench immediately, a quick firm grip that pulsed around her fingers.
“Oh,” Ellie said. “She’s confident now.”
“She’s had herself a day.”
Monika dropped her mouth to Ellie’s nipple and didn’t ease into it. She sucked hard with her teeth in it, and Ellie’s back came clean off the cushions. Monika’s free hand went down, found the clit, worked it in tight little circles, then pulled back and slapped it. Two fingers, wet and sharp.
Ellie made a sound that would have turned heads if anyone had been left to turn them. It was high and broken and nothing like her usual low melodic voice, and Frida felt the reaction around her fingers. Ellie’s walls clamped down hard, a rush of wetness flooding over her knuckles.
“Oh, you liked that.”
“Do it again.”
“Say please.”
“No.”
Monika did it again anyway. Ellie’s hips bucked up and Frida felt her whole body shudder around her fingers, the grip tightening then releasing in quick waves.
“She’s so responsive,” Frida said. “Everything I do she reacts.”
“Three fingers,” Monika said, pulling off the nipple just long enough to talk. “Add one.”
Frida added a third, and Ellie gasped, and Frida felt the stretch, tighter than Monika had been, the walls gripping her fingers firmly, the resistance real but yielding. She twisted her hand the way Ellie had taught her, and Ellie’s thighs started trembling.
“Four,” Ellie said, her voice thin. “Give me four.”
Frida was at four fingers now, twisting, going deeper every pass, and Ellie’s thighs were already shaking. It was going a whole lot faster than it had gone the other way. Frida could feel the difference. Ellie’s body opened faster, the walls softened quicker, and the resistance kept melting away with every stroke. She watched her fingers disappear into Ellie, watched the pink of her stretch around her knuckles, the wet of her running down into Frida’s palm.
“She’s opening up so fast,” Frida said. “Faster than you did.”
“I’m more sensitive than her,” Ellie managed. “Everything’s faster.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Tuck your thumb, sweetie,” Ellie said, and her voice had gone low and deep. “Now.”
Frida tucked and pushed, and Ellie opened around her like it was nothing, the hand sliding in past the wrist in one long slow glide. Frida felt the give, the sudden surrender of Ellie’s body, and then she was inside, buried to the wrist, and Ellie’s walls closed around her hand, hot and slick and pulsing. Monika bit down on the nipple and slapped the clit in the same second.
Ellie came about four seconds later. Loud and total, clamping down on Frida’s wrist so hard Frida couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to, hands scrabbling at the cushions. Frida felt the orgasm from the inside: the walls seizing in rhythmic waves, the grip crushing and releasing and crushing again, a hot flood of wetness soaking her forearm. It went on and then quit all at once, leaving her twitching.
Frida eased out slow, feeling every inch of the withdrawal, the walls clinging to her hand reluctant, and Ellie made a small wounded noise at the loss. When Frida’s hand finally came free it was soaked, shining from the fingertips to the wrist, and she stared at it.
“That was incredible,” Frida breathed. “I could feel all of it. Every single bit of it.”
Monika sat back and wiped her mouth. “Well. That was quick.”
Ellie laughed with an arm over her face. “Of course it was. You were chewin’ on my tit and she was fisting me and you were slappin’ my clit. What did you think would happen?”
“Thought it’d take a minute.”
“It did take a minute.”
“It took four seconds, honey. I counted. I had time to count.”
“I’m more sensitive than you. You took a good while longer.”
“Oh, is that right?”
“It’s an observation.”
“It’s an accusation with better manners.”
“Nobody’s judgin’ you.”
“You’re judgin’ me with your whole damn beautiful face.”
Monika started laughing and it took her a while to climb out of it. When she did, she caught Ellie’s hand on its way down from her face and turned it over. Long fingers. Dark red polish, chipped at one corner now. The fine bones in the back of it.
“You got the most beautiful goddamn hands I ever seen.”
“You said that earlier.”
“Meant it earlier. Gonna say it again later, so brace yourself.”
She kissed the palm. The inside of the wrist. Then took two fingers into her mouth and sucked them slow with her eyes shut, and when she let go, Ellie had gone real quiet.
“I wanna lick every inch of you,” Monika said. “I mean that. Feet to hair. I wanna be thorough about it. I wanna be able to say I didn’t skip nothin’.”
“Then don’t skip anything.”
Monika picked up her foot, put the little toe in her mouth, and sucked. Ellie’s whole leg jerked.
“Oh, you’re actually doin’ it.”
“Mm-hm.”
She worked across the foot one toe at a time, and by the third one Ellie had stopped talking and put a hand over her eyes. Monika dragged her tongue up the arch, flat and slow, and Ellie’s hips came off the bed.
“That shouldn’t work.”
“Everything works, honey. People just don’t bother.”
Ankle bone. A hard bite to the calf that made the leg jump. Up the inside of the thigh with her mouth open, slow as syrup, and she stopped three inches short and looked up.
“Frida. Get on her tits. She’s fixin’ to start bargainin’, and I ain’t in the mood.”
Frida stretched out along Ellie’s ribs and lifted her breast in both hands the way she’d been shown. A kiss on the nipple, barely any pressure. A thin stream of cool air across it until it drew up tight. Then she took it in her mouth and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, and let go with a wet pop. She moved to the other breast and did it again — kiss, air, suck, release — and then back to the first, setting up a rhythm, and Ellie’s hand came down on the back of her head and stayed there.
“She’s got the whole routine down,” Ellie said, her voice unsteady.
“Good memory on that girl.”
Frida switched to using her teeth, grazing the nipple, tugging it gently, and Ellie’s fingers tightened in her hair. “Where did you learn that?”
“From you,” Frida said against her breast. “About twenty minutes ago.”
“Fast learner,” Ellie managed.
“Told you,” Monika said.
Monika closed the last three inches. She started with her tongue flat and wide, one long slow pull from the bottom of Ellie’s slit all the way to the top, pressing firm against the clit at the end, and Ellie’s stomach clenched. She did it again, slower, letting her tongue drag through every fold, tasting her, and Ellie was soaked — the wet of her running over Monika’s chin, slick and warm and constant. A third time, and a fourth, each one broad and wet and unhurried, and Ellie’s breathing came apart, her thighs falling open wider, her hips tilting up toward Monika’s mouth.
Then Monika narrowed her tongue to the tip and traced the shape of Ellie’s clit, circling it slowly, following the hood up and back down, and Ellie’s whole body shivered. She flicked it, quick, and Ellie gasped. She circled again, slow, then flicked, fast, alternating until Ellie was trembling.
“Oh. There. Right there.”
Monika dropped down and pushed her tongue in as deep as it would go, fucking her with it, and Frida felt the vibration of Ellie’s moan through her breast, felt it travel through Ellie’s chest and into her own mouth where she was still working the nipple. Ellie’s body was caught between them — Frida’s mouth on her tits, Monika’s tongue inside her — and she was shaking.
Monika sealed her mouth over the clit, pushed two fingers in, curled them, and stayed. Suction steady. Tongue flicking fast against the tip inside her mouth. Fingers dragging slow and firm on every pull, curling up against the front wall where the texture changed, and Ellie’s hips bucked. Monika rode them and never broke the seal. She added a third finger, and Ellie cried out, and the wet of her ran down Monika’s hand and wrist.