The Loveseat

The Dutch are hilarious!   

My boyfriend Rovin and I went to Europe with our close friend Wayne.  Public transportation is big over there.  Everybody who doesn’t ride a bike travels by city bus.  When in Rome—or, more accurately, when we were in Holland—the transport system had just come out with this hilarious new “loveseat” idea.  They were in the midst of installing red double seats in all the buses, for people who were looking to meet someone and maybe get up close and personal.   

The new loveseats were in all the papers, so we were on the lookout each time we boarded a bus.  Of course, when Wayne and Rov finally caught sight of one, they dove for it. 

I stood in front of the loveseat, holding Rov’s hand and pressing my knees against his.  “You guys are idiots,” I told them—as if they didn’t know.  “Those seats are for strangers.  You two are just strange.  That doesn’t qualify.” 

“So, here’s what I don’t get,” Wayne said, throwing his arm around Rov’s shoulder.  “Say I sit down here alone.  Not that the people in this city are prudes or anything, but people walking by are probably going to assume I’m in the market for a woman.” 

“In the market?  What a thing to say.”  I gave Wayne’s cheek a playful smack.  “Anyway, I thought you liked me pretty well.” 

He made a face and teased, “Nah, not really.” 

Rovin smacked the side of his head.  “Hey, after the way she woke you up this morning, you’d better say you like her.” 

It made me blush that Rov would bring up our hotel room antics in public, but nobody on the bus seemed to be listening to us.   

“Yeah, okay, I like her all right,” Wayne laughed.  “But what I’m saying about these loveseats is, like, how would I advertise whether I’m looking to talk to a Rovin or a Donna?” 

And then it was my turn to be indiscrete.  I climbed into Wayne’s wide denim lap and put my feet up on Rov’s thighs.  “If it’s you, Wayne, that’s easy—you want us both.”   

The guys laughed.  Wayne wrapped his arm around my waist while Rovin held my calves.  “Damn, girl, you’re breaking my balls,” Wayne teased.  “You weigh a ton.  Get the hell off me!” 

“Fuck you,” I laughed.   

Wayne winked and said, “Gladly,” before diving at my neck and shoving his chin in the tickle-zone between my shoulder and my collarbone.   

As I erupted with laughter, Rov tossed my feet from his thighs.  For a split-second I thought he was upset.  True, I’d been spending a hell of a lot more time on Wayne than on him during out private escapades, but that’s only because we were on vacation.  That’s what vacations are for—doing things, and people, you wouldn’t ordinarily do. 

But Rov wasn’t upset.  “Shit guys,” he said, making a stop request.  “We almost missed our hotel.” 

Good thing someone was paying attention.  I hopped out of Wayne’s lap and we all said goodbye to the loveseat before leaving the bus.  “I don’t think we used it right,” I said.  “I’m getting off with the same guys I got on with.” 

“So, speaking of getting off,” Rav said as we walked up to the hotel we’d splurged on.  “Dinner first or sex first?” 

Wayne voted on sex and then dinner and then more sex.    

“And then dessert and then more sex,” I added. 

Rovin put his arm around my shoulder and zipped me into the turnaround hotel door.  “That’s my dirty girl!” he laughed, squeezing me in close. 

We raced up the stairs to our room on the fifth floor.  When we’d checked in, the hotel staff didn’t even ask how three people would share one bed.  These hoteliers seemed imperturbable, and I loved that about them.  

Of course Rov won the race, since he was the only one of us who was actually in shape, but I came in second.  Wayne was always the third.  How symbolic.   

Wayne and I were out of breath when we entered our neat little hotel room.  We both plonked ourselves down on the freshly-made bed while Rov tore out of his clothes. 

“We’re exhausted,” I teased him. 

“Yeah,” Wayne said.  “Would you take off my pants for me?” 

Rovin laughed.  As he stood between Wayne and I, he tossed my skirt up over my waist. “You’re lazy is what you are,” he said, unzipping Wayne’s jeans.   

With one hand, Rov dug inside Wayne’s fly and cupped his package.  Wayne gasped and mumbled something like, “Holy Mother!”  With the other hand, Rov pressed his palm overtop of my cotton panties.  When he moved his hand slowly against my mound, my reaction was much the same as Wayne’s—a gasp and an expression of gratitude.  I could feel my juices flowing already.  The bus banter got me ready for this.  I always did get off on words. 

“So, am I going to do all the work?” Rovin asked us. 

“God, yes,” I said as he rubbed my pussy up and down. 

Wayne’s fly was wide open and his big cock snuck up and out of his undies as Rovin stroked it.  I loved Wayne’s prick.  Sure, it was a penis like many others, but it was big and fat and it filled my pussy like nothing in this world.  I’d have me some of that Western delicacy…later… 

In that moment, I would have killed for a good purr job, and I wasn’t above begging.  “Can you eat me, Rov?” I asked.  Whining like a schoolgirl always worked with my boy. 

“Oh fine,” he said, like it was a chore.  I laughed.  Rov loved giving head, and I loved when he pretended to hate it. 

As Rovin dragged my panties down past my thighs, and then past my knees, and then let them fall to the floor, I pulled off my top.  Wayne did the same, and then kicked off his pants and underwear.  My Rovin was already down to his nakedness.  He sure was fit, my Rov. 

“Hey, what am I supposed to do with this?” Wayne asked, stroking his erection as Rovin kneeled down in front of me. 

“Put it in Donna’s mouth,” Rov said. 

“Yeah, put it in my mouth,” I said.  Wayne had the best dick. 

I never did have to ask a guy twice.  Before Rovin’s tongue touched my clit, Wayne hovered over my chest and fed me his fat cock.  It tasted like the sweat of the day, but I didn’t care.  I loved the sensation of his smooth cockhead inside my mouth.  It felt so great that I sucked the salt right off that monster. 

When Rov’s tongue met my pussy lips, my body tightened up and relaxed simultaneously.  That feeling of hot lips on hotter lips got me every time.  It was an instant brink-of-orgasm sensation when Rov licked me fast.  While I sucked Wayne’s dick, Rov sucked my clit.  I looked up at Wayne as I smoothed my hands along his naked legs, but he was staring up at the ceiling.  So I got my focus on and drilled the bastard with my mouth.  Oh, he liked that all right.  He took my head in his hands while Rov fingerfucked my sopping pussy.   

“Oh!” Wayne cried. 

“What?” I asked. 

Rovin laughed against my pussy. 

“Your boyfriend just shoved a wet finger up my ass.”    

I laughed too.  “Nice.” 

From below, Rov seemed to guide the motion of Wayne’s prick in my mouth.  Just one of Rov’s fingers had more talent than most other guys had in an entire fist.  

“Aww shit!” Wayne cried.  “Damn it, I’m gonna come if you don’t…” 

He let go of my head, but I gripped the base of that boy’s cock and I didn’t let go.  I could tell Rov was moving faster in his ass too, stroking his P-spot all the while.  We were mean.  We made him come and, boy, did he come hard!  He filled my mouth with so much hot jizz it took three gulps to swallow it all.   

“You bastards,” he said, rolling off my body.   

Now I could see Rov between my legs, but he wasn’t eating me anymore.  He was just looking up, into my eyes, and smiling.  “Poor Wayne,” I said to him.  “We gave him such a great orgasm and he just can’t stand it.” 

“You wanna come, do you?” Wayne teased as Rovin crawled up my body, kissing all the way.  When Rov arrived at my mouth, he kissed it, but it was Wayne who stuck his deliciously thick fingers inside my pussy.  Oh, it felt so good I wanted him to keep going…until he pulled out and set one slick finger against my asshole.  “Let’s see how you like it,” he said, which was a total joke because he knew how much we both loved getting fingerfucked up the ass. 

Before Wayne could stick it to me, Rov eased his cock into my pussy, and god was that ever better than fingers!  I could feel his body throbbing inside mine as he thrust in me.  When Rovin got hard, he was a wild thing.  And, as if Rov’s thick cock wasn’t enough, Wayne shoved his fat finger inside my ass.  I went crazy, bucking my hips under Rov’s moderate weight and devouring Wayne’s finger with my asshole.  “Are you fingerfucking my boy?” I shrieked as Rov sucked my neck.  God, that drove me wild too!   These boys were giving me a damn treat tonight! 

“Oh, I’ve got him,” Wayne replied.  “Don’t you worry.  I’m gonna get him off as fast as he got me.” 

And my man Wayne wasn’t kidding!  With a finger in his ass, Rov thrust at double speed.  I rose to the challenge, planting my feet firm against the bed.  When Rov drove his big cock inside me, I bucked back to greet his erection and Wayne’s merciless finger.  Wayne fucked me even faster than Rov did, and I imagine he fucked Rov even faster than that.  Soon I couldn’t control my frenzied body.  I was screaming and swearing and kissing Rov and praising Wayne.  I always came hard with those boys, and Rov came just as hard in me.  It was luminous, our sex.  It was killer. 

At dinner, we laughed about what kind of people would get into the loveseats for real when they rode the bus.  Lonely people?  Extroverted people?  Sluts and sleaze balls, or just normal people like Wayne and Rov and me? 

One thing we could all agree on: they should make a loveseat for three. 

Bi-Sexual Encounters Unleashed: Clip 7